now that he is gone
the dreams and the sex and the writing
are all pathetic.
she was going to change
the world with poetry; she had such
plans.
but he left the room in a red
jacket; she is listening to Marina
and The Diamonds.
In the end, she is the one to crash the car
and end in print:
another dead Jackie,
her leg pulled off and staining the leather.
He lays awake:
she cannot say if he is thinking of her
or thinking of nothing.
the last pavilion 