Solitude Without Mourning

A Poem

Photo by Jené Stephaniuk on Unsplash

bleak rainy gaps of time/great art learned in desolation — Ginsberg

Yes, the sex is still
a problem
an inverted chaos that slips
free even if you don’t want

that, but even if you come
to your window with
an open heart
in small towns you might not
see anyone