[untitled 8825]
it's time to reflect / it's friday in the after AM / it's saturday at 1:39 AM / it's movie night
/
it's time to feel the rip / it's time to ride the sip / it's time to float, drift, along
/
clothed, sleeved, cotton beneath i start / then slowly, strip, i do and depart / to reveal to discover to reply / i've been so absent with myself, i sigh
/
when is the last time you wrote a poem? / to her, to i, to him, who knows them? / how smooth and sturdy and song is that pen / which every day preserves our lives