Modern romance

sexually powerful
firm
dirty
what I want
she gets off
to my words
and offers
pictorial proof
in the morning

she laughs
and says
you know
this is
touching from a distance
half real
and very modern
of us

yes well
it's all we have

"no one really is a mystery, we all get found out"

haven't been here much
this week
has been sleep and weird dreams

only at the keys
near
three

tap tap
taps
before stopping

i know i owe you something
the last line reads
but why me

"all things move towards their end"

she called this
a town full of crickets
she missed the constant noise
the constant movement
the constant energy



some days
the shame was silent
malicious
pleasure
quiet

like his city



that apartment was stifling
stillborn
sad
on a sad street

she left the first time
returned twice

like a Lifetime movie
formulaic and tragic

with a cheesy too serious title