Poem

QUARTERS



Music on the radio
The television
You walk through a kitchen
Too small

A cat cries
I snore
You try to
Figure it out

Bukowski in a corner

Wind through cracks

We make ourselves
Brilliant fading stars

I love you

Married you

It cuts both ways
A cat for doctors
An exchange

Cloth runs close
To the bed
Like d****s

Music
The radio
Television

You walk through a kitchen
Too small

Noise is unpleasant

Sound
Is everything else