Autonomous
I’ll call it love
because this one
stayed ’til morning.
She must not have
had a place to sleep;
need and loneliness
often end up
drunk and naked
in the same bed.
When they finally leave
I always try to tell myself
that I am a lucky man;
no woman to nag me
and spend my money.
Independence
is what the lonely
tattoo on the back of their necks
to make it seem like a choice.
I don’t really remember
what it is like to be part of a “we”
that lasts longer
than the inevitable hangover.
I suppose some truths
are much less
self-evident
than others.
SMG
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This is truly brilliant. SMG. I can see you writhing this late at night reminiscing slightly impaired , walls down a bit , and the master of poetry out to write some fine poetry from the soul...is always your very best work...
This is truly brilliant. SMG. I can see you writhing this late at night reminiscing slightly impaired , walls down a bit , and the master of poetry out to write some fine poetry from the soul...is always your very best work...
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