I was thinking about all the poems that stay poems.
The one you wrote about us a long time ago.
My favourite one that can never be rewritten.I wish I had memorized it.
No matter how you try
you can’t capture the zone of that moment.
I miss that about you, how you know what I’m feeling
through this magical connection.
You don’t have to talk down to me,
of how great you are
and how boring you find my poetry
I prefer you when you’re loving
sexy and sweet
all our sides are disappearing
into the dark sky above
the vodka takes over
trust me, you beautiful soul,
I am just a girl
not taking my writing
all that serious
for selfish reasons perhaps
but money means nothing
when I look in the mirror
or embrace you in the middle of a street.
My friend wakes up
what are you doing Chrissy?
I’m writing a poem
I can’t sleep.