Yes, I leave, and the dog stops
barking. I have an apartment
in the heights with flaking
issues of the World Tele
gram & Sun. I bathe
for dinner, table for fears,
check my suit for moths, wind
the watch I haven't worn
for years, lurk
in silence for the telephone
that seldom rings
at least never rings
when I am here.
Recent work by Bruce Robinson appears or is forthcoming in Tar River Poetry, Spoon River, Rattle, Mantis, Peregrine, Tipton Poetry Journal, North Dakota Quarterly, and Aji. He divides his time uncertainly between Brooklyn and Albany, NY, as do, though not without protest, his several cats.