In the middle of the night I roll over
and my arms rest in the dip
where your body dug sleep trenches.

I keep that side of the bed made now.
It seems less inviting that way,
and that's everything.

You might be shacking up with someone,
although you're not nearly charming enough
to have found yourself under a hen so quickly.

Surely you are out at a bar,
downing shots to get the attention of some girl
who couldn't care less if you looked

like Gary Cooper or Gary Coleman
as long as you can afford her night cap
and tie a knot in her cherry stem.

She doesn't need you to walk her home
with that brick in her purse
and those neon lights of Times Square.

10/24/2011

Posted on 10/24/2011
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