Charlottesville, Va.

you lack the taste needed for black
the color
of an Olympic ring

bor-ing

nothing interesting or
sacred happens on
a Monday night

tonight
I have to hold my tongue
and press my cheeks to
keep from grinning

a beautiful
thing that quiet
mouth of yours teases
me eyes rolling you
only touch me
at night

he wrote the number 13
over and over
saying the word silently
with lips only

By the light of this neon sign
I remember
that I don’t like you.

playing horseshoes in the rain
he knows little bits of
everything