It's a damn shame
the way you hop from cafe to bar to hotel
looking for some better version of me.

Those Manhattan women will never
take you at your worst and pretend
it's better than anything that came before

the night sweats and silent tears
as you dreamt about your family
being stolen away on the froth of the waves.

I let you get on the bus without looking back
because I knew your guts were back at home,
draped on the rack by your forgotten winter coat.

You'll need all of us up there, I'm sure.

10/20/2011

Posted on 10/20/2011
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