Dinner Time (A Month Later)


It has been a month,

Since you left,

With moonlight in your suitcase.

And my internal clock is

Ticking slower and slower.

The clickclacking of mechanical parts-

Wires sparking.

Reminding me to breathe, eat,

Though I do forget to sleep.


It has been a month,

And the tide is receading.

Sandy beaches clinging on to

Wet, sloppy kisses.

The mistake realized

With the note left on the shore.


It has been a month,

And I have been cooking on the stove top,

Eating cold turkey.

My pot is boiling over,




I hate you

The wave hates sand

I hate you

The moon hates night

I hate you

The fire hates heat

I hate you

The lung hates air

I hate you

The clock hates time

I hate you,

You bastard of melancholy

and sneak thief of day-dreams.

Trickster of temporal emotions,

Crafty weaver of pointless promises,

You, the unrequited lover

and creator of loveless kisses.


I hate you.


Do you have time for dinner?



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It's really humbling :)


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