Numberled Lithograph
John Vanderslice
When you left me at the table
To go to the ATM
I’ve never been lonelier
Your cell phone shuddered and blinked
It was your boyfriend again
I’ve never been lonelier
A light-skinned black
Held a Charles Rennie Mackintosh
Numbered lithograph
I moved to the end of the southern line
And lost most of my friends
I’ve never been lonelier
A bird flew in my house one day
He panicked and thrashed
Up against the window glass
He crashed and crashed
I’ve never been lonelier
The boy recoiled as he
Got out of the heated pool
It was midnight