Weak yellow light in a shotgun apartment on East llth
I listened to Steely Dan.
"Soon everyone knew the thing was dead."
Drunk I understood all of the stories and cried.
The floor shined because of my tears and the light.
Of course abortions are failures.
A miscarrage is not the same as thinking about it.
Choices come around and grief is unavoidable.
In the dim light we cry alone for all broken connections.
In the dim yellow light we look at the floor and wonder what we did wrong.