Friday, November 06, 2009


November 2nd and your rent is due.
You have, what, three days
To find the funds, to use the excuse

“It slipped my mind.” Last night
You dreamt you were at your old
Office, and though it’s been a decade

Your old desk was there, old phone
With blinking red light meaning
“You have messages.” And an HR

Woman wanted to talk to you
About your long absence
And how you should have called in

And how next time there would be
Consequences. Delightful dream,
To walk into that old place

Knowing you could also walk out,
Knowing you’d just been kissing a movie star
Who’d begged to borrow your lips

Because she wanted to try something new.

Jean-Michele Gregory