Drives a Chrysler barefoot…
And has three kids with a man
Stronger than me.
You know, she likes my poetry.
She said so so once.
When she called, I remembered every word.
I cracked them open looking for anything.
Then I used them to make jokes about myself… my only immunity against one-sided love.
let me kiss her once.
My friends said I should have tried for more....But No...
That’s not where the good poems are.
They come from
Getting What you wanted.
drives a Chrysler barefoot,
And wears her hair long
even on the days
When the winds come shrieking over the lake.