Shorts

If you see her, tell her she can keep the socks, even though they were my favorites.

I’ve left so many memories behind on bar stools.

Someone must be taking them home
because I never see them in the lost-and-found.

 

a man could trip
over his own
loneliness
out there

 

Side by side with ghosts tonight – I linger, whispering to the moon.

 

 

I am afraid
I may have
termites

something
is in there

I feel it

feasting
on the pulp
of my heart