Going for breakfast, all by
myself, wallet out for the first
time in eight years, I realize I’ve
no clue where my favorite diner is.
Is it around the left corner, past
the little park with brick paths
benches, littered with petals
from forever blooming cherry trees?
Or around the right,
across the street
from his favorite
to all of those girly magazines? ughk… I’ll make a left.
Feeling awfully hungry now—
There weren’t any cherry trees,
Took a cab back home at 6; cost $50—
I really didn’t think I had walked so far;
Thank god there was some
of his mother’s leftover lasagna
in the freezer still.
10 am the Next Day:
Slept in later than usual today;
my body must have
needed that extra hour to
glue itself backtogether. I think I’ll sleep in more often, and also:
I’ll sleep on his side of the bed tonight, maybe even in the middle,
limbs spread like wings,
head crowned in pillows—
all of the pillows—
I ordered take out;