Saturday Morning

Daylight; awkwardness ensues.
How's your father? How's your
Mom? How long will you be in
Town before you must go back
To school? Not that I'm expecting...
We were both so drunk..., but, if
You'd care...Oh, I don't know.
I know you won't. The shower's
Yours. I'll make you breakfast.
Then, we'll get your car.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-10-19 at 20:57

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