Closed for Inventory

Closed for Inventory

no more, I say no more

and listen to myself lie

and self-destruct

the Wailing Wall is closed

for inventory

    and there you are again

sleeping by my side

I think it's someone else reading

Santa Teresa of Ávila in the penumbra

staring at the bodies

in the mirror

but I must trust myself

and take that big NO

to the bank

then head back home

into the arms of another man