The Round Hole

It was right after I murdered her that I began a fondness for lollipops

---like they wanted a stark white cigarette after sex

---like I amassed those jelly bracelets only in the summers

and then I went to the entrance of the chair lift

so that I could get right up there

and look down on the mess I made

It was some better kind of wonderful

and I was full of notions on how to make some good stained glass

high up there,

while chipping away at the cheap yellow paint

I started musing about my Lite Brite

and why it didn't have square pegs---

and how I could have so easily gotten out of bed those mornings

if I had just met this all with your disregard