I Saw You Two Days Ago So Why Should I Miss You?
it’s not like is miss you
as if I were dying
of cancer of course
like my mother did
over a twenty year span
and the pains in my heart
aren’t like knives stabbing
into me no
but when I look out the window
at the ocean
that wasn’t even there yesterday
at the deep blue at the bottom
of the window
at the way it fades into a light
cloudy white horizon
with the dividing line of a Rothke
well I just feel empty
as the naked skin of an avocado
after it is gutted
it’s like travelling from there
to here removed one of the legs
from the stool on which I sit
so I wobble back and forth
rolling on the waves
with just this queasiness
rumbling around
in the background of my heart