we stumbled in at six in the morning
hushing the dog and his hands guiding me
down the dark stairwell
immediatly kissing, looking for places
to put my hands, to close my eyes
and feel
three weeks later i cannot remember his face
looming over me like the shadow of what may
move beneath my belly.
in the bathroom my fingers shake
stooping over the sink, alone in the vibrating house
cigarettes in the kitchen
tampons in the cabinet, unused.
copyright EAK 1998
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