Cinema For One (Poetry)

I wish I could take these nights
edit them craftily
present them to a select audience
as an art house movie
scene after interminable scene
of stylized angst
the simulated cigarette smoke
of regret drifting
the ghosts of old lovers
looming out of cupboards
mouthing obscenities
the irritable tossing-back of the duvet
feet searching the floor for errant slippers
lost under the bed

the barefoot plod downstairs to the kitchen
then the sudden flare of light from
opening the fridge door
illuminating (for dramatic effect)
an exhausted expression
(method acting can be such a drain)
while eyes flicker across
near-empty shelves
deep deep sighs before
reaching for the kettle
a clean mug and a notepad
I write another draft
of yet another letter
I have no address for