Egg timer in the wallsPosted: February 15, 2013
our mice infested studio,
and our overfilled ashtrays,
and the smell of roasting pumpkin.
your musk on the sheets
and your big flat feet.
and backgammon games at 5am, midnight feasts, love in the dark, body warm sheets that we make dirty, premature mornings and our cardboard curtain.
I miss everything although, I am in it.
The egg timer echoes through these walls.
I must go and risk or
stay and regret or
go and regret or
stay and risk regret.
I love you
and our broken doorbell
but I hear the sea horn and must set sail.
but you make it tricky, tender my love.