On the wax museum tour of their marriage, every room sports its bullet hole or fist-sized gouge, while they, veterans of each other, arms
When I came home from college, my mother told me Marco had called and wanted to go out, but she wished I wouldn’t because
I close my eyes, my fingers around money, my door (I lock it), boxes full of everything, old letters you once wrote me, searching
i wrap myself in a see-thru shower curtain & pretend i’m a particle of dust out for a night on the town, i count