SAT SITTING

so many pomes are

starting

with

some line about sitting alone.

simple chair still under me/feet quiet in tired socks.

there is so much else

to

fill the

page with/so much pregnant prose

but all

i got today is

how

strange it is to only cry in my dreams now

and

not

the

bright bathrooms any more 

where water stains the mirror.

i must miss the release

i’m thinking

sat

here

alone.