A poem about the difficulty of relationships called "Honesty."
"All night, we lock our doors, the hard, sad mouths.
We stalk naked, bedroom to bathroom,
shining like scissors, like silver, like crosses.
When we lie down, tell me what slips between us,
self-conscious.
We sleep in a coffin, in satin, a wedding, waiting for morning.
Look how we look away, revelations
that can almost touch.
Are we the honesties?
We are stars that blink in our night clothes
like slow-turning planets filled with other lives."
Another poem about-- let me give you a minute break
while I light a cigarette.