it’s okay out here – a poem

it’s okay out here – a poem

i do my own laundry and stunts
and tonight
i’m going to drown my sorrows
in cut watermelon
maybe eat the entire cool container
i’m hungry
and dissatisfied with my relationships
which are nonexistent
except for a puppy
and thank god for that puppy
as she scrambles to say hello
when i return at night
giving me scratches and kisses
like she used to do
and there is nothing left
except a package of something
labeled calm
and dried up washcloth
who uses washclothes besides women
and the broken feeling tonight
is manageable
familiar
easy
i have no one to cook for
and the fridge is full of
packaged meals, expiring
i have no one to take naps with
or skip naps because something fun
is about to happen
it’s okay out here
on the edge of the universe
with the other lonely lovers
pining, missing, hoping
for a connection
and it’s okay to be here
with a puppy
gladly awaiting my every move
never complaining
and tearing up
old love letters
and baseball caps
from new mexico

10-14-18

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