I don’t miss the old me, but I crave a different mirror’s reflection, a different set of lines to read from. I no longer act, but boy do I miss the stage.

— This was never profound,  A.V.P

i told you it had to be done by midnight

his voice 

trailed off last night.

one couple of heartstrings

and there he went.

with wet eyes he said

he had to go

and i had no tone

on the cordless phone.

maybe i am his trigger

to the mind unopened

for the past couple of years.

how i wish i was.