V Day, 2010

Valentine’s Day 2010

There are small holes in the wall
Some still holding onto nails
But her pictures are gone
And I’ve taken down all
Pictures of her
And me
And me and her
And laid them to rest in the closet
We used to share.

And tried to put my memories there,
But they keep slipping under the door.

They burn me in the night
(Fireflies' hot bite)
When I try to sleep,
Light
On, a pile of clean laundry besi
de me.

When the kids are away
And the empty house pulls at my bones
My skin cracks and I
Can hear the slow leak of my soul.
And I try to read myself into



oblivion.



It hasn’t worked yet, but
Maybe tomorrow night.

I pray to sweet Jesus H.
that the Mayans were right.