I could use a distraction,
especially in the form
of a beautiful gal
from California
— at least that's where
I think she is from.
What I do know
is that she is pretty
and doesn't care enough
that my heart
is elsewhere
— wherever that is.
She rode in
on a broom,
her breath a message
— to relax
and thill be relieved
of love.
I gave her a box
and she gave me a book
— three days, just
— a Tuesday, a Thursday
and back to a Wednesday.
Kissing, no talking,
an apple in the morning,
— never a midnight,
both giving balderdash.
Because both of us are ghosts
in each other's living rooms
— count the days:
one, two, three.
From comedy to cathartic reason
between sheets, we meet,
and disappear from here
— whenever here is
at the matter of fact false moment,
this saving each other
from things we don't talk about.
Just for a moment,
just for heart's justice,
just for a commercial during Jeopardy,
just for relief of beautiful burden
— that which was built
by love's leftover laundry
and a dastardly case of forever.
Devils!