My self.
She sits down across from me,
Staring blankly
I chew up my cold eggs
Disgusted
I look her in the eye
And she's looking at me
And she's looking through me
I get up and put my dish away
I glance back and he is in a red
Shirt, with gaudy rainbow shoes.
He is smiling with ignorance.
I run up the spiral of stairs.On the couch,
She sits,
Eating apple pie
She flips channel after channel
She appears on the screen
Crying.I sing on the phone,
I sing, "With all the knives that slice
Through, there is no sharper knife
Than YOU-"
The other line,
Muffled with astonishment
His voice high and perky
He is drunk.I am on the roof,
I lie down facing the moon
The ugly lonesome moon-
Let me sketch your naked body
With a critic's eye
And insult you with compliments.I read,
On the tip of my tongue the taste
Of your bitter words remain a
Melody
And the taste of you, an indelible
Mystery.I sit down across from her again
Gnawing on some cold scrambled
Eggs-
Disgusted at the thought of her skin.