Nothing, really. And that's the best part.

They left you alone
She's cheap.
What am I doing all the way over here?
Swoosh. Coffee. Brew. Drip Dribble Drip.
DING! Wake up!
Clang! Silverware bang, southern slang and a telephone rang.
Thought I was hungry.
Ordered a Smörgåsbord
Turns out I wasn't.
Took two bites, left it cold.
Broken egg yolks, sticky and smeared.
I turn a new page and its plainness beckons me.
I am free again.





I want to go swimming in new words.
I'd let them flow over my skin
and describe me eloquently.
I would eat them, gobble them up and
spit them out later
when they were called for,
when their pronunciation would be most satisfying,
and saying them produced wild afterthoughts
that's about all I am lately.
Lots and lots of afterthoughts.