Sausage by Anonymous

The reasons I
called  yesterday 
don’t exist 
they started slipping when I recognized the words 
in my head
their journey  through my brain and to rest in your
ear
proved hard to accomplish
I mean to ask 
if you needed or wanted anything
that you could possibly have that didn’t involve
me
or parts of me a limb a cheek
or all of me a soft skin sag filled with bones
I could send you  
a thing or two
a token
a book 
or cd or something generous 
I could offer 
I would add that you take advantage
call today 
limited time offer from today to forever
But instead you sounded tired and 
on the way to store  
to buy carrot juice 
for a bunch of old people eating sausage

i wear a tie on my first day of school
it makes me tough and butch 
like Madame Stravinska 
who explained that a jette was important in ballet 
it was the beginning of a jump 
Walter isn’t here yet 
and i’m waiting 
i’m drinking and i have his ring 
the couple at the bar are making out 
the old guy in the corner is watching them 
i’m watching him watch them