A Dry and Lonely Place

Ashley says that you are lonely

And that is why you changed your picture

To that badly-cropped mugging

That photo we took

The morning after we made love

In the desert

And, for once, I did not think

Of who had touched me last

In my secret of a hometown

High on each other,

Every touch was like fireworks

Like warm jacuzzi water

Like an electric fucking current

And I asked you to tell me you loved me

While I fell apart

And came together

For an eternity under you

My hair is still in that photo

And probably our carpet

And couch

And closet

And bed

You wanted to love a girl

But instead you loved a storm

A dream

The washer-at-the-ford

Who weeps and sings for you no more

And you are lonely