For I Am The Coldest Spot Of This Earth Poem by RIC BASTASA

perhaps this woman is taking her revenge on me
i who have not spoken for days since i am attached to a screen
of this tablet,

on the same routine tonight as i write these lines
(of course, i am not talking still in defense of my poetry)

she enters my study room, opens her personal computer,
presses some letters, google, google, google maclintok
a vacation for one in palawan,
calypso, victoria's secret and it will be till
11 o'clock in the evening when i am not still going to bed
and sleep
and perhaps snore

it is getting even with me
who cares less for affection, who sets aside love in favor of
poetry and
the search of this self,

i am not troubled, i am determined, i am still in there
whatever i must lose, i am not swayed

back into her fire arms, for i am water, i am rain, i am the coldest
spot of this earth.