WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN

She leaves

She moves me

She makes a new home

among strangers.

She writes me beautiful

kisses on perfect post card

quoting black author who

inspires me over & over

with his simple words that

reach out across time to

fist fuck me & leave me

sated lonely & bleeding

but smiling.

How Ironic.

She leaves

She moves me

She makes a new home

among strangers.

Will they understand her?

Share the bond?

Know the deaths that haunt us?

The pain?

The shame?

And the bliss we find in the viewing of Buffy?

How disturbing.

She leaves

She moves me

She makes a new home

among strangers.

She made a home here

In the box

In the e-mail

In the words

In the actions

In my heart.

How nice.

How unfortunate.

How terrible the loss.

How selfish I'm being.

How the hell do I end this?

Maybe with these words:

She will be missed.

© AUGUST 8, 2000 By Jason Wright