Published on: 10/3/2011
Poem for the couple's counselor

Just needed
to tell someone
how much I hate it here
the sunshine
and rain dappled deck and pine furniture
the neighbors who wave hello
and the clean breeze off the lake
that merely makes cold
our room that hangs
with robust hostility and
arguments about why
we argue and
perfunctory
I love yous
or none at all and
pregnant pauses that
end in miscarriages and
telephone lines that give out due to
blasts of silence and textual misuse
and the fact that there is
no where to hide
except to just keep running
to fall into the arms
of another test of sanity