"A Man Alone"
"He hated breaking up.
And he hated being left, finding himself in an apartment with
an extra set of silverware and a ghost, impatient to be gone,
then to summon up who he was before the bed was full with
woman, to shift the street-mind from getting to, to slowing
down and window shop, in the bar,
to let his eyes simplify again, and make no judgments,
and breathe in the smoke that drifts through one body then
another, and find himself close enough to whisper
into a woman's just-washed hair and inhale that 10,000-year-old
scent, to keep his hands in his pockets like a boy,
to open the heart only a little at a time,
to say goodnight at her door."