Thirteen 3-Line Love Affairs

Thirteen 3-Line Love Affairs

The warm full pour of merlot
is a welcome punctuation
to the drawing, the modeling session

 

Thru a window with no screen
the air of early evening invites
each good poem is a living ghost—haunting

 

Friday night—dusk
Public already in nines, in lines
For clubs are open and the weekend beckons

 

To be kissed
is to feel that you belong
to take a sensual trip into a piece of forever

 

I'm not sentimental
I just enjoy a good fuck
sometimes I need to turn you on

 

turn off the lights
you need to forget who I am
our love has no face

 

stray flames
when you try to take them back
they only cause the wrong kind of fires

 

the girl solos
experimental poems in song
she should remember to tune next time

 

when I say "tell me about something you've lost"
It's ok.
you don't have to say anything about your heart

 

He's staring at my crotch
like there's no other place to rest his eyes
a bus stop kind of love

 

one cup of coffee
in the saddest place in the world
no love—but just the thought

 

please, be thinking of me
please hold me in your mind
like something fine and unforgettable

 

I am hopeless and doomed
stealer of hearts
who can rarely keep her own