If I had a cure for a broken
heart I would gladly give
it to you, even if it
could only be used once
If I could end the little outburst
Or see you look at me, without
the sass, or convince you, someday
you’ll be a fine lover. Practice.
but you don’t listen to a damn thing
I say, and so bless you. Do you realize
at this very moment sound is coming from
my mouth, careful thoughtful sound,
a clumsy, thoughtful line
I’ve said so many times
it seems to hardly matter
I am in bathroom with the door closed.