originally published 2010
There are very few pictures of me
This is because I avoid making friends
Avoid making friends with cameras
In that order
I march toward April
Aware that she is staring
Picturing someone else
“Where to tonight.”
She correctly connects intentions
Snips through my net
And refuses engagement
Not the first time
I see her face in the window
But somehow not her eyes
Street cars cut through her cheeks
Head lights occlusals breaklights scarlet
“Fuck this.” One of us says
While the other thinks the same
We aren’t together and we play a part
Just two shadows punching in the dark
