Wednesday, March 20, 2013

"I'm tired," she said, before we made love

"i'm tired," she said before we made love
"i can't breathe," she said when i kissed her lips
'"the house is dirty" is the first thing she said
when she dusted the broom in my head
she's going to the bank for mortgage money
i'll be the company she says will be bored
so post a payment i did instead
and why didn't i do it while she was gone
"you don't have to wait for me," she said
and later again she said it again
i didn't have to wait for her
i see how true that is

not waiting for you not waiting for me
wait till she opens the bedroom door
caress her after she straighens her bra
wait no more for her response
wait for the money for condo to buy
the money i knew i'd be giving away
it doesn't add up, can't figure it out
a figure of speech but pointless to shout
more than a chauffer when in doubt
play her fool but  joking not
she maybe weak but me be choking
on pits that feel in mouth like rocks

3-20-13


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