Specifics  #110
January 7, 1998

You asked me
what would make me smile
All I can think of is
that I don't know
Specifics of happiness
I just know
that love at first sight
is a relationship sweater
that soon gets replaced
by a tee shirt
with a hole in the chest

you don't call anymore
My phone a distant planet
My body becomes another
still life
propped against
a fading peach canvas
Slouched like dirty laundry
my hands to my head
holding heavy fruit, no longer sweet

our hands entwined/roots
growing into strong limbs
The fruit of our labor
Heavy meat
now fallen
into someone else's garden