on the floor

things are kind of quiet, what with the pres
 dying and all the political
maneuvering goin on, the big
guys are gone. olga sings
off key, a song in spanish. maria and she
must be listening to the same
station cuz everyonce in a while maria
joins in and then the harmonies
make olga sound good.



is it time to move on? every day
the astology site sends me
that question. is he avoiding
you? is another one i get a lot.

yes and yes and yes yes yes.
ok, we harmonized when we were
in the same song but way
too often i was off key
and you were playing some other tune.
meh is where i'm headed
and about time.

why do i feel like you're the only one
who can make me sing again? still? st.ill.
for sure. tgif makes me long
for tenderness, but i succumb instead
to pleasure pleasure. i can't really
bitch about the consolation prize.
at least it's not tearing my heart out
day by day. just a bit of
why can't we go there, again?
o. yeh. you just got out
of a long termer. gotta have some freedom
so you understand you got nothing
left to lose.   well i guess i'll try to stay philosophical
cuz these sensations need a bit of thwarting.
wonder if wonder will be enough for the coming static?

on the floor, the noise level rises. it's close to lunch
and we're waiting on the bell to tell us we're hungry.
i like determinism. it's comforting to know
when you're sposed to do something , it's helpful
to know when  you're due for something. my
shrinking belly knows   about hunger now
she learned it all from my heart,
packaged up tightly. shoved in a box.
surviving on air and the incredible itself-future.