Thinking of you

You throw me into this anathema
isolated in my head
fiery
alone The shame weighs down on me,
a gray cloak wrapping my shoulders.
The indignation of
being
all
by myself
Overcome
I am overcome
by the memory of you.
Trying to hang on--with both hands
to the incipient image of your body
broken
Broken asunder
a sun der
your arms your chest
and i am left uncomfortable in my seat
sticking to the plastic beneath my thigh
9-19-06