This is the 2nd poem in the one poem/story a day January Project


Because of my gas fireplace
If someone is speaking from the fridge in my kitchen to
Someone lying on the couch in my living room
Their features are distorted--veiled by a wrinkle in the space time continuum

When you told me it was over
Legs stretched on a sofa too short to sleep on
Freezer door open as I searched for the gin
I looked through the veil
Saw the young lady who picked me up after the erotica show six months before
Bowed to our early choices
Pathetically wondered if you had met someone else
Turned on the stove to brew some tea

My stomach shived, my tongue back of the bus
I would not be changing your mind

As I succumbed to the realization that you were not
'lying on the couch' and your hands were only happenstance for my heart
I thought about going back over the previous two hundred or so days
But realized that your eyes still shined
Your perfect pale skin still making me think of Al Purdy's bad forgery line...
I told you that you give me gas