i sit here,
where i write
each day,
at the end of the day,
waiting for
my best girl,
(with the help of her nanny),
to find her way
across town and
into my arms.
as i sit,
the sun, it disappears…
it doesn’t
so much as set
here as it gets
enveloped by
the smoke that seems
to rise from the
city at all times
of the day.
the mosquitoes are
on [...]

a pretty cynical guy.
(just look at my t-shirt)
but for you
i do some
ridiculous shit.
i mean, look
at me in this photo.
you made me
put on that
hat, then when it
was time for a
photo, you took
your hat off,
leaving me to
look foolish
while you laughed
in my face.
glad to see
you also got your
mom’s sense of humor.