i fainted in the gynocologist's office,bright lights on and off behind my eyes;
the nurse brought me to with a johnny
soaked in ice.
on New Year's Eve,
i stood with 50 people in a park in Providence,
waiting for the fire works that never came.
i hope that isn't an indication of the year to come,
and that the blood on the floor in the kitchen
is just strawberry jam.
