Outtake

Below is one of the poems that didn't make the semi-final cut of the Discarded chap but seems okay on it's own (though I'm trying to make all the segments stand-alone poems). It was, I think, the first poem written when the chap was conceieved, but I found it unfit for the new direction. Hopefully, I'll have some samples of the new direction soon, as I seem to be on a role creatively. Nothing lately seems to be close to the same level of what I wrote last year, but at least I am still writing, and it's becoming enjoyable again.


On Your Girlfriend’s Ultimatum

You always preferred pizza
over Asian cuisine
and others’ company over mine.
If both facts were any different,
I’d say let’s meet, years later,
to play a variation of the “in bed”
fortune cookie game,
reciting former lovers’ letters
and studio photo inscriptions
finishing each cliché with the word
“but,” or even “however,”
ellipses, dot dot dots optional
but still understood
whether unsaid or not.