Polarity
The world
doesn’t stay inside its lines.
It bleeds,
it spills,
it argues with itself.
But an electron
keeps its secret discipline,
spinning only
up
or down,
never pausing in the middle,
never shrugging
as we do,
when we say maybe.
I envy that certainty,
and fear it too.
Because I live here,
in the spill,
where nothing
ever holds
just one direction.
My Junkie Girlfriend
She implores
I want you
to give me $20.
When I ask
Why? she replies
So I don’t have
to lift it off you.
Fair enough.
She folds the bill
into her pocket
like it’s a receipt
for my insecurity.
Then she grins
and I know
I’ve just bought myself
another day
of being her favorite.
The world is
full of men
with empty pockets
and full heads.
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