Forgot my notebooks
my appointments locked me up
out of your box for a day
breathed perfectly
shaking off security guards
flirting in front of my daughter
walking in malls
of the living dead.
Watching you charm
the nurses
is he always like this? They ask.
My smiles are tired
my love superb
like a classical piece
Chopin opus 9
its ups its downs
its climax.
I needed that breakdown
to stop me from smoking
drinking
now I feel too much
numb it
with your body on mine
I don’t need modern love
too old-fashioned
too old to keep up
I’m so fine
in the waiting room.
My time to write
to heal
among these expert doctors
touching my breasts
my heart
when it belongs to you.
Crying to songs
my vampire make up
smudging my creases.
I am feisty
only he can handle me
in your wildest dreams
you wouldn’t want a wife
like me
not even a lover for a day
I’m not that type
not a true artist at all
keeping the drugs
under the pillow
the cancer behind
the counter
where no one can reach.