Will Rogers used to say he never met a man he didn’t like.
I admire people like him.
But I’m not one of them.
I meet people I don’t like every day.
It just happens.

Little Grudges, my friend Sal used to say.
“You have a lot of little grudges.”

My neighbor for example,  banging the trash can lids
Outside my window
Two in the morning
Not that it woke me up
But I get up to look
Peek down there
Naturally nosey person that I am
And he’s pushing pushing
What in hell is he pushing at that hour?

So, Will Rogers I am not.
I probably wouldn’t have liked him either.

Those days
When we spoke
Late into the nights
And I could cry
Into the phone
Like on your shoulders
Your voice
Soothing
Carassing
My insecurities
My heart, deeply hurt
I don't know
If that mattered to you
Or you even cared
Yet, I'm thankful

didn't anyone ever tell you how sweet your lips taste at 2 in the morning?
or how tantalizing your skin is when it rubs over mine burning?
the stars i'm seeing surely aren't the night sky anymore,
no, they look rather blurry with a slightly orange hue.
that, or the arch in my back has made my head a little slack.
i've got a blanket on one side but i'm floating on the other,
with your mouth against my neck nothing quite makes sense.
it's unusual how often we have to have each other.
just one graze over my hips sets the series in motion and i've thrown myself into you with no hesitation.
you could touch me and trace me and pull every sound out of me,
but i'll never tire of 2 in the morning.

She had a porcelain complexion
But make no objection
She was perfection
She had soft doe eyes
And a smile that could light up the night
Sometimes
We would lie awake
Stay up late
Talking till the morning started peaking through my stupid shades
Her soul was truthful
It was beautiful
But somewhere along the line someone broke her so now she tries to hide
Behind
Little thin white lies
And a harsh abbrassive guise
In reality
She loves deeply,
Softly
And completely
But I never loved her because she couldn't let me