(click here to read the first part of this poem, at the bottom of our home page)
since she's been gone, I let the phone ring
cause I'd lose my mind if she wasn't on the line.
my clothes are all the wrong colors, none of them
fit anymore. daydreams show her backside swaying
from me. I play my records but they sound
like one long scratch. I hack her name into the door,
counting the days since I walked out. I'm scared
to be on the street cause cops stop men for looking like this.
From Love's Skin Copyright 2006 by Brandon D. Johnson