Nothin' Left

7:15 on a Friday, and I got nothin' left but
a dirty blues riff of a pulse,
a gravelly shame cuz i've been jealous of a friend

& did the right thing, confessed:

hard to do at all let alone on empty,

then my damn period started when

tonight i only wanted

your arms, your kisses, escaping into you.

7:15 on a Friday, and my nothin'

limps impatiently through the

rooms of this house,

waiting for you [please get HOME]

i'm dripping pieces of

my ability to stand

upright with every step i take,

shedding soul like lint balls,

hand-pumping my tarnished heart,

feeling these tiny breaths

sharp as winces --

please please get HOME

i need that comfort you bring

just showing up,

that look you give me that Knows,

'you ok, baby?',

i need you so i can feel weak & small

& just let it go.

just let it go.

7:15 on a Friday night, left my

nothin' at the bottom of a pina colada

wine cooler that tasted like alka-seltzer,

[figures],

sun behind the palms over there --

this is one of those times when
i can't feel anything but
WHERE ARE YOU?

listening listening i am listening
for the thump of your truck stereo's bass,
your tires in the driveway,
your car alarm tooting on,
your key in the
front door, and then

i
am
going
to run
to
you.