I pronounced my name
within hawk rain,
just the same.
read a comedy autobiography,
drank vodka
because less calories,
missed you right tonight.
nights of knives
and knights,
in female form,
cool before cool.
animals
and girls named Sam, Kendra and Suzanne,
hold fast hearts,
and sharp, sharp typewriters.
this Friday,
last February,
I had a head wound
called unrequited love.