TUESDAY MORNING AT WORK
calls her back an ache. and knowing blood means no
baby no cellphone's a wound of words baby no.
only language. so sorry. I lo?
but it's off. the cut shut
in her purse. my tinny words. she goes
to bleed on the toilet.
this ain't shit. this ain't. shut
the stall's a broken room.
know there's nothing to lose. in her purse: my gonna
be ok baby oh. call me? vibrates. nothing to lose
except her body's oldest argument.
accept a stop sign in the cotton. unmentionable.
blood means no blood. that's what.
quits the stall the restroom?and says nothing. this is work
I don't know. soon we'll roll that stone again maybe.
for now no baby oh in her purse
I'm so sorry for now