Unfinished

We sat outside
watching for the storm
drinking warm beer
and dangling our feet
in the cool, chlorine

The clouds rumbled
and the wind picked up
yet, we remained
sitting
on the smooth, stone deck

I remember
lying on my back
reclining somewhere
between earth
and "sea"

The smell of rain moved in
and the leaves began to
---fall
from their lofty homes
-----scattering--about

We sat like this
You and I
Until the sky cracked with electricity
and we were forced into
safer seats

#40

She rehearses death
spread about the bedcovers
and having
oh, so sweet dreams

Milky skin
and transparent nails
the dress swaddles her
and the makeup hides

The tragic end
to the short day
late night phone calls
and cold cream

The Ex

His voice does somersaults
bumping around inside my head
no matter how hard I shake myself
I cannot shake the memory
from washing over me
in waves
prickling my skin
and welting my vision
I have tried
to rub him out
and remember to forget
every day
until by chance
he should forget
to come a visiting