September #2

they met at the movies
over fishnets and corsets,
shouting gang-bangs to the screen.

they kissed over dinner,
greasy burgers
eaten standing up at counters,
wrinkling their elbows
with leaning.

they loved in parking lots,
wild fields and public bathrooms,
beds and tables and chairs.

August #10

Sometimes I spend far too much time
with mirrors or computers or people
and I have to get away.
Sometimes I forget what I look like
or need to write or play
or just need to talk,
to pour out my soul,
to some other
very human being.
Then, I return.