Friday, April 30, 2010

National Poetry Month, Day #30: One Month Stand

One Month Stand

I'm spent.
Cleansed and drained,
like a bathtub.
Like a baptismal
after mass.
The swimming pool
on the first day of school.

This one month stand.
I suppose we'll never know
who used who.
Who found who
the most vulnerable.
Who wanted it more.

Will you call me
in the morning?
I'll avoid the bars,
the coffee shops,
the back alleys where we met
if that'll make it easier --
but what's done is done.

I can't clean
these stained sheets.

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