Appendectomy

Hypodermic prick
tears the skin of the
		space-time
and our past bleeds out,
the color of yesterday
staining lipstick memories
with black and white.

Life prism
separates the colors
separates the lives
of places I knew
and women I didn't
before I jumped
from the window
           in the basement.

Shoulda known
I wasn't gonna go
anywhere.

Shoulda known
a chair needs
legs.

Shoulda known
a shoe needs
a sole.

Shoulda known
a man needs
a soul.

Shoulda known
I wasn't gonna go
anywhere.