Tuesday, July 13, 2010

jason

It's sunk in
that you are gone
for six months
it has seemed that
you'd return
with a half full
paper cup of coffee
your hand dripping
the white cup stained brown
around the edges
a stripe or splotch of coffee
on your already soiled jeans
and your gold rimmed glasses
slid far down your small nose.

the post card you sent
got here late
the neighbors took the mail again
the cat on the card
is bored. and the card
seems old. i imagine you in
upstate new york at a store
somewhere near the trail you are hiking
i imagine you buying beef jerky
and donuts, and loose tobacco
to roll into cigarettes.
then you see the post card
you see 14 different cat postcards
which have been there for years
and you buy them all

the mice are loud.
they've gotten louder since you left.
and the neighbor got a kitten
that snuck into the apartment on the day
the post card came
which was weird.

You eat brie cheese.
From a plastic bag.
From the fridge.
The cheese
tastes like the inside of a plastic bag
and wax
and triple cream

You try not to drink
whiskey, which is kept on top of the fridge
in three different bottles.
instead you dip limp
celery in spinach dip
and peel a hard boiled egg