Lament for Daylight

Lament for Daylight

my roommate likes the indoor lights.
her garishly flourescent noon
makes sick the soul that loves the nights
with starspots climbing down from heights
known only to the moon.

On Hold

On Hold

three years now, and holding;
convincing myself to cancel the order,
that I can do without;

phone pressed to my ear all the while -
patience waning, knuckles white

item is backordered, still delayed;
please stay on the line.

I am one of those compliant customers
who amiably agrees to wait;

and so I wait,
phone receiver clammy cold
against cartilage and skin,

waiting
for the order to come in.
I haven’t been pissed off at you this way
since first we met.

still nothing so much as a beep -
silence and silent anger on the line.

you always were obvlivious,
never suspecting it felt like this.

still waiting.
please hold, miss.

Social Note

Social Note

"You're funky,"
he says.

"Yes..."
reply I, "funky.

Like something
that's been sitting
on the back shelf
of the refrigerator
for three months."

He replies with a sigh;
the kind of sigh that says,
"You're impossible."

Funny how quickly
men change
their minds.