915

maybe
we’ll sign some rites
maybe
well
maybe

my apartment smells like Japan
and stupid years
full of humidity and rain

I changed my name when
I turned 18
to bury some grief

maybe
well I should have

and I’ll send a memo
to my editor
about my poems
tell her
most aren’t finished
they’re missing dedications

but I like to keep myself
guessing
when I go back and read them

why has it been so hard?

maybe
well
I’ll go out
with a coat in the summer
have dinner and count
the water stains on the ceiling
and maybe
well
I’ll get more than four hours
of sleep

and maybe