"Touch Football"
I lie there,
battered body half-submerged,
the waters of my bath a murky swamp
around me.
I'm shattered, love,
all broken up
and I wish that you could be here
to move my leg
and hold my hand
and rub my back
and support me
as I walk.
But you're away
and I'm alone
and the drugstore's closed
and my flesh,
it weeps for you.
[first published in New Bard Press, Drive, 2004]