Michael Lee Johnson
Illinois, USA
Sometimes I feel like a sad sack-
a worn out old man
with clown facial wrinkles. I know when I reflect, stare out my window
at the snow falling from my bed,
my back to yours, reflecting on my pain- ignoring yours-
I isolate your love, lose your touch
to another- forgetting,
it is our bed, not mine, that I lie in.
-1999-