At 2:30am

Alexis thinks I'm queer. That's fine.
I couldn't love her any less if she was
Right (she seldom is). “You servers
All are gay,” she says, “but I don't
Mind.” I place another daiquiri
In front of her, and she, with no
One else to tell, describes the ruby
Necklace that her married daddy
Bought for her. He lives, so she
Has told me, in a part of town I've
Never been. “He keeps you very
Well, I see, but don't you find the
Way you live a little tawdry?” “No;
I don't.” The smile's left her pretty
Face. “Tawdry's living poor,” she
Sneers. Her phone is buzzing.
Daddy's free. She pays and leaves
A decent tip. I close the bar. Then,
In my home, a shabby little studio
With nothing in it I can eat, I hear
Alexis speak again, and know, this
Time, that she is right, and think
That isn't fine.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-10-29 at 23:49

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