Abortion Clinic

The ceiling came down

at 3 am again, and I don’t have the time

to do the kinds of drugs I want to,

and I don’t have you to go home to

to talk to fuck to sleep

because I’m already home and you’re in yours,

It’s smaller now than it was before, mine,

and the animals no longer recognize me.

The smell is different everyday inside

and they shit on the floor

I told my boss I’d come in early

but I hate it there too -- get going

to get away, and end where I left anyway.

So fuck it. This is for you ghost reader:

time to jerk off

and hit the hay.

Once during day and now alone in morning

on the deck

i watch the clouds

and try to understand them

they are low

and moving quickly above the trees

I see branches

snaking the grey sky

in the clouds before dawn

like synapses

or arms of galaxies

the clouds roil,

their texture gives and takes

moving east

I see an eye and face

as in childhood

when we all looked

for shapes in the clouds