Steve Caratzas

I AM NOTICING

The white noise machine

Doesn’t play Sabbath 

If I could contemplate

Believe me I would

The word “baby” repeatedly 

Leaking out of her earbuds

And me with a straight face

The waiting is easy

With this sort of thing

Telling my tired life story

Again

The next chapter

Written on fog

In invisible ink

Read only by the blind

Sacrifices out the ass

For this one beautiful life