"My gosh" I said, "another human being."

Kurt Vonnegut.

I wanted to tell him that I didn't think I could face another night in the emptiness of my bed. I wanted to ask him if there was anything in my life that was real and coherent and likely to remain the same way tomorrow.

Michael Chabon, "Wonder Boys"

(Cellar Door)

(nico-krijno)

Three Months of Silence

I.

Surrounded by moths,
I collapsed into focus.

And with every last little bit of heart quivering,
let you move against me.

II.

Half-crying on the shadow-dented drive home,
after a bleary-eyed shift: alone.

(How no one didn't even thank me,
didn't even think to - so small, so nothingly).

III.

With a mile of gas left
on East Campus Road,

so shaky that I had to hold my leg down against the pedal,
just to keep moving forward.