Right fights with my Id.
by Angela Thomas
I watch you from across the bar and I think about calling
your house and leaving this message, "Jason, it's me.
Jason's girlfriend, it's still me. I guess you didn't know
about me before, but I'm sure now you do." But
this was hardly the time or the place for such drama.
Instead, I left early and dropped hard on my bed
and sobbed into the pillow while I wailed on
about how all the good ones are assholes,
and if they aren't, then my friends are, for lying
to me. Either way, someone has some form of betrayal
on the menu for tonight. And, as I'm sipping 'em down
sour, pulling from within me, I stop. Not because I want
to, but, because it is the right thing to do. My Id collapses
and renders defeat on the part of morality, of what is right.
Posted on 05/13/2005
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