Connecticut

Connecticut 

Her voice was weak 

From counting money

I filled in gaps 

Over salad

She'd tell me we'd

Go hiking next weekend

Always texting 

To cancel

Her parents, vague memories

Her sister, an outpatient professional

Neighbors, dead industrial thieves

Living in suburbs of Connecticut 

Checking my invitation twice

In the servant's entrance

Adjusting to the strange lighting

With my mid-Atlantic accent

Mistaken for a mine disaster hero

Read about on platinum television 

Pocketing the envelope from the desk

After her bone spur orgasm

Her dogs chased me 

To the poverty line 

I caught a ride back 

With the doctor

Selling me his daughter's

OxyContin supply

Out of the suburbs 

Of Connecticut