I know you were staring
at the wall, at the ceiling, empty bed, cold comforter,
the regrets of a lifetime
traced by eyes
upon the cracks in plaster,
the shoddy drywall work of a now------------forgotten Guatemalan
who spent a day
in your future bedroom
thinking about a wife back home
unseen in almost a decade
doing subpar drywall work (but only on that day)
in YOUR future HOME.
Where was I?
Regrets, cracks in plaster,
you staring
and I know what you are wondering about.
According to the NEW YORK TIMES,
it's ok
turtlenecks are "cool" again.
The next Juan will fix your paint job.
You don't have to regret that impulse purchase
made at Lord and Taylor
so many years ago.
No longer a vague shame.
Another
soul is saved.