Thursday, July 10, 2014

The Rain Check

Just for me you say
"I gotta work tomorrow"
a pat on the head

Just for them you say
"yes yes it isn't too late"
a few drinks then sex

this vexes me quick
your responsibilities
a hasty hurdle

to keep me away 
until I have to soak some
blood up into me

you say you love me
although it may be the truth,
my role is the same

your shoulder soldier
perched readily to drink tears
an absurd parrot

or plodding packmule
carrying a collection
of both our stab wounds.

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