Saturday, August 18, 2012

Doing Here


In my dream, as soon as you had a moment with me you asked, "What are you doing here?"
It wasn't what you meant, but I replied with, "I know." I endeavored to be funny and carefree, but I was sad, and wished to leave.

"you showed up belligerently drunk
and suddenly I was embarrassed
of all the poetry I'd written about you"

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