someone has been in my apartment
but the air conditioning problem hasn't been resolved
i throw open the window in the bed room
kick back the sheets
and pace the floor
tiredness escaped hours ago
some place good
i throw up for the first time in my new bathroom
twice
then contemplate sleeping in the shower
i dump the contents of my purse onto the hallway floor
press the cool frame of the phone against my skin
i want to call
then don't
without adequate reason
like the way jules laughs at the end of his outgoing answer-phone message
after reciting some vaguely recognizable keats poem
i drag to the office
last ditch wishes for signs of you
there are none