from your Kentucky home
where Dale and Pat
sit and wait in silence.
let's put ketchup on the pages
and eat them,
word for mispelled werd.
and say goodbye to the unheard.
I kill nights and hearts of girl
not plural
just a stampede of upended dreams
that you fold and put into baskets and try to forget.
why, the audience asks.
because there is no room for love
in this old gas stove
where we burn love letters, mix cd's, and cook poems to eat for supper.