Twenty-Something

I put on liquid eyeliner, but my dog
has cysts between her toes.

I drive to a bar and sit out front
with the engine running, then drive back home.

It’s true, I call my mother, drunk, to ask about
                                     
                                        her god, but the next day

I don’t remember my questions, or her answers;
I can’t recall the shape of the moon.

A student says he thinks I assign homework
so I’ll have something to do when I go home.

It’s true, I don’t have anyone to listen

                        to all

                                    the nothing I have to say.