it was yesterday;
there were bulletholes and
my heart
and
your
apathy
(or love as we used to know it).

hours drag you through
the space
behind sleepy eyelids,
speeding blood in the
sinews, tangle of
veins.

you
are
near
this
place
(and i can feel you)

it was
this time last year;
subtle attraction, startling
alcoholic tendancies
and your face_
sliding
down
my door
frame,
scolding yourself for a
boyish misbehavior; i
loved
you
then
(and i
didn't even
know)