out

i'm out of clean underwear
i'm out of milk
i'm out of patience, of shampoo, of gin, of long distance phone cards
i'm out of town
out of the hospital
out of love
out the door
out side up side in side out

i'm out i 'm gone i'm out of here

tomorrow

i go and leave and shut the door behind me, my little borrowed suitcase full of the important stuff but not too full, no work with me save a couple of papers and Middlemarch but that is hardly work, my plants all watered enough hopefully to last, Mona meowing cause she's going to miss licking my forehead as i sleep, no food in the fridge to go bad, the freezer full, my mind full, my heart full.

in love
in side