I don't love you anymore
instead I'm going from basement to basement
every night in this town listening
to comedians imitating the lisp of poets
the strum of their lyre, shivering
and whining in his voice, sounding
like three at a time, or one broken with the
harshest lines, or another's buzz in the dark,
repeating "love" like the hungry pigeons.
I don't love you anymore
instead my breasts are tingling with sorrow
and my heart beats fast in my arms.