Jackson

A man on the train I’m opposite him A sagfaced man      who must once have been fat A man perhaps forty      with thinning dark hair      a rough laugh      and a phone to his ear A man in black sunglasses      on this grey day A man whose open shirt lapels      frame a small show      of dark Read more

I dreamed a large penthouse apartment with that woman inhabiting it The one who expects things of me and then gives me hell about them, mocking me and balling her fists, because nothing is ever good enough for her and because the world hurts her The world hurts her because she expects everything to hurt Read more