We played it every night

In the iceberg
was trapped a music box
19th century
Romanov

We played it every night
Because you drink like a fish
And needed a way to go to sleep

One day you came home
Four vodka tonics in
And said
“You know all that ugly shit
people have in their houses.
They picked out all that furniture
themselves…”

“You can really tell
if you’ll love a person
by how their house makes you feel,”
I said.

“…It didn’t land there
by accident or was delivered
by a ghost salvation army truck.
Some people just have no taste.”

So we threw out
the ass cushions
we got from the Indian store
and the lantern
you had stolen
once while on a bender
from that Mediterranean restaurant

They just let you have it
Another bored idiot

And me
I hung it up
And tried to match the drapes to it
Nothing see-through
for the night time

We had some African bowls
before
Giant. For family salads

You threw up in one
So we left it on the balcony
And let snow collect in it

The couch
you threw out alone
Because you were too distracted
sitting on it
to write

Then we were
in an empty apartment
talking about
how we don’t have sex enough

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I sent him updates 

He would never reply to me anymore
I sent him updates
Like talking to myself
Like a journal

Went to Mexico
Got a tan
I look like honey
I want us in white sheets
At sunset
I want you to admire my skin

Contemplated suicide
Remembered I was a coward

Drank tea all day
Felt good
Now wired
Still unemployed

I got an email from another ghost
I’ve got a few
Funny how you’re glad
To hear from them

“Sorry to reply so late
…this email was three years late
to reach me.”

I’m dreaming of running away
To a foreign country
But reality could always slap me
With corrupt government officials
Rats
Tiny apartments
Dirty water
Overpriced food

I wonder if he’ll reply
To Neruda poems
It worked once