Looking back

she wasn't quite sure
how it started, sex in closets,
empty offices, after hours
before cameras were installed,
under desks, fellating a man
lunch times, the Ultimate
Take Out Order, eaten in with
all kinds of men her husband
despised, especially Ethnics
as he'd learned to say on the job
guarding hard core recidivist
juveniles, on a mission to
become adult repeat offenders
& it wasn't as if she wasn't
getting any at home, it just
lacked something indefinable,
something Real, something like,
Once More With Feeling.



Ghostkeeper

She looked kind of
spooked, scared shitless,
by something so awful
she had to keep it
totally concealed,
buried inside someplace
only a couple of two or
three Manhattans
would let it out.
Even her voice,
her gestures, started
changing as the booze
hit bottom, effecting
such a complete change
in her manner and her being,
every time she went to
The Ladies, you wondered
what the next makeover
would bring, what would
come back in her place
and how crazy that new person
would be.