Via Negativa

It was still dark when you left
the Hotel Planque lobby,
in a hurry, toilet paper torn,
the bowl unflushed

My back aching, beautiful,
sensitive and hard to grasp,
our dirty hand shadows
etched on the walls

I’m too tired to say I’m sorry,
rambling on, not thinking about negative
theologies and how the path
of least resistance will lead
straight to your door