EXHAUSTION

behind bedroom window condensation

i’m watching

her leave.

frost shines freezing sparkles over everything outside.

she’s scraping her windshield

with a burnt out credit card.

8.35 AM.

i’m

drinking

a thick mixture of all the bits of fruit juices

left in the bottom of all the cartons.

with ice

of course.

a dash of tabasco stirred in.

suddenly

epic exhaustion and beautiful emptiness

ignore the daylight

and

i

sleep

in till 2 PM.

up again i send an email

reminding her to piss in a cup for her dr.

a black bra special and untouchable

is left on the dark wood chest by a white wine bottle. 

i let it lay, smelling sweet

and

in my diary under this day

i do a small ink line-drawing of her laid

clean naked calm

in

my

dented stormed bed.