—IS THE PARTY OVER? DID TOMORROW COME TOMORROW COME TOO SOON?

 

You Can See Everything

 

You can see everything 

if you look close enough—

the sag of me, the liver spots,

the tags running down my jaw.

Even the dog remembers when 

you used to kiss me, push me up 

against the microwave and 

cup my crotch like it 

was a bag of piping hot, porcelain coins.

 

Tonight, same as always,

there’s nothing left to say. 

The moon stares at us 

through the bedroom window

like a perplexed monk, 

straining to hear your snores 

as if they’re some kind of code, 

as if you finally have something 

important to tell me.