I split my head open
on the edge of the bookshelf
while I was dusting for fingerprints
thinking of how you kissed me
on Varick Street
in the blue night. Farewell
with The Warriors wailing in the background
I knew then that
your absence would be this concussion
bruised frontal lobe.
I knew that I would go back
to spray painting graffiti
on the walls of my apartment
with a new kind of longing.