thomas wolfe
dead at 38
smoked 60
cigarettes
& drank 20 cups
of coffee
per day
so tall
he wrote
while
standing
using
the top
of his
refrigerator
as a
writing
surface
he was
8 inches taller
than the depth
of a grave
& that towering
lonely frame
told us
about being
lost
about not being
able to go
home anymore
& i think of him
whenever the
fridge door
squeaks open
& i eat
cold meat
off a bone
in bed
alone
at 2:15 am
cigarette smoke
rising but
w/nowhere to go