Never Much of a Casanova

I've done dismal one-night pairings.
Trust me, I'm not fond of them. The
Mornings yield unpleasant truths.
"I'm sorry, dear, but what's your name?"
"You snore. Were you aware of that?"
"I haven't cash to call a cab, but you
Can take the subway home," and so
Forth. Afterward, alone, the laundry
And embarrassment, the fear that,
Somewhere, you will see her, drunk
Again, and she'll believe (because
She's also drunk again) that what was
Once, however false, can be revived,
Though, no, it can't. I say all this
In case you're worried that one night
Is what I want. I don't. I'm sober.
You can stay until the cows and cabs
Come home. I'll fix you breakfast.
Better still, I'll call you by your name.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-04 at 00:40

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