Unrequited

(photo by Henry Horenstein)

Airplane bottles and a busted gramophone. The most uncomfortable seat by the shore on cracked concrete blocks. No pictures, please. A chunk of obsidian for your barest gesture. A rope swing to hang your novelties from. I should’ve told you that you’re a jerk a long time ago, now. I should’ve murmured to you that I’m trying to break my own heart. But instead I was taming imaginary lions with barstools. Instead I was just drop-dead ordinary, listening to you sigh…