4/23/2004

When she walked
into the room
and saw me
stretched out
on the bed
an open book
face down
across my thighs
she asked if
I had
gotten to heaven
yet
as if
only a matter
of time
which
it is
but
looking at
all the sights
in
a living hell
where hope
of ever leaving
certain bitterness
behind
is a tragedy
all its own
is enough
to make
time stand still
even when
you are
on the move.