I wanted complete
independence.
But living here with
a borrowed family
demolished
that idea. I don’t
want to be without
companionship.
And the monster
doesn’t count.
All Alone
In a weekly
motel, in a
not-real-nice
part of Reno,
I look at my
possessions,
every damn
thing I own,
contained in
one medium
size suitcase
and one box.
At least the
place is clean,
no noteworthy
bugs or stains.
I sit in the red
vinyl chair, flip
on the twelve-