Vibrant
by M.A. Internicola
sometimes i burn so bad but she don’t
know it. she don’t know it when she rubs
my feet or asks me to shave. she don’t know
my favorite song or what makes me put
my fist thru the wall. she can’t understand
the stand i’ve made. she don’t understand that
sometimes writing is just a thought when nobody’s
around. that’s why she gets drunk and kicks
at my door while i’m fucking. she says something
about the g i lent her or me saving her
relationship was bullshit. probably was but
it’s just writing. just like the old man getting
grinded at the go go. he has permission to
get blowjobs. his name is the hammer. everything
is just dealing with the loneliness. when a man
loves something it’s everything to him. he will
follow it into the black, into the guilt, into the big ass,
the old photographs, the stupid shit he’s
said and she’ll be waiting in harms way while
the oceans settle and she’ll tell him to keep
on writing her bad love poems while the black crowes
play in the background of a super
market parking lot on a dull summer day.