Butter Dish

Darling, I now have a butter dish
that is shaped like a cow

                      - Leonard Cohen

"That one was for you."

I wrote it on my wall
And held it in my heart.
So now that I've remembered it -
I plan to use it in my art.

My bookcase.

I can't read anything you ever mentioned --

What I want right now -

Is to throw Pynchon's 760 pages

At your head --

And hide half of my books -

Because even their worn out spines

Remind me of you.

Maybe lovers.

Oh how I wish I could erase those conversations we had -

About how maybe we were lovers -

As you kissed me again --

                You fucking jerk.

Is This What You Wanted

Ageless.

And I am tired
Of people telling me -
That I will never be
As old as they.

It seems my age is to be subtracted
And never added
Because I am -
Just --
Naive -
Immature -
Uncomplicated.

As if it matters
In the end --
We are all just numbers
On a page.

Oh, to be ageless.

Arm chair.

I'll take the stairs.