Lost

You shun
calls, work, friends
night sleep
grooming
equilibrium
an actual job
and what you call
my need to control.

I fear
the loose robes
you wrap around
your hours
theft
collection agencies
car wrecks and
cocaine's seductive
lies.

But yet I hope.
r.kv.r.y. poetry by louise kantro

summer/fall 2007



























photo:  cocaine (bansky grafitti) by homemadell