“Probably Enough” by Jason Kish

January 12, 2016

Love is the bedroom of your affair,
the man forgot his jacket; I saw him
naked, fleeing downstairs.
Slipped on rose petals I
laid before he arrived.
I hear he was just
the latest guy.

In the memory of your body,
I recall a sour taste.
A candy apple now rotten,
but it mustn’t be
the case.

It’s apples and oranges
and “old history.”
Sometimes we decorate
the house with
white skeletons,
and perfect
miseries.

I collect these thoughts into precious pieces;
I count poetry like it’s Halloween
candy, and it’s a good haul.
But, my lonely hands shake
for more than a drink
each night.

On television
a maniacal werewolf howls.
I laugh, but I’m nervous still.

In October you dressed as yourself
in the skirt he liked to chase.
Fashioned yourself a modern gal
in the old girl’s place.
Told me not to leave; I had
taken your sleeping pills.
I didn’t want to drive,
but I needed
cool air.

Sometimes greedy like I was,
I stitch a costume
of flesh and blood.
I pretend I’m happy,
and it’s probably
enough.

 

jasonkishJason Kish is a freelance writer from Western Pennsylvania, who primarily focuses on issues pertaining to mental illness, death, and spirituality. You can learn more about him at neversocrates.deviantart.com.

One comment on ““Probably Enough” by Jason Kish

  1. Jason Kish says:

    You can also contact me at: neversocrates.deviantart.com/

    Thanks again!

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