Sunday, January 18, 2009

Missed Connections

Where are you? 
It's me, your stalker. I can't reach you
with my words or by throwing bark chips
at your window. Need to connect with you!
I've tried watching you in a different light,
but the bushes always seem to be in the way.
You looked so pretty doing your laundry 
and dropping that DVD into the mailbox. 
God, it's going to be hard to commit suicide
outside your house when I used to be able 
to do it inside.