Monday Night Football

If she cared, he'll say she does (she doesn't),
He would rather she not know that he is here,
In the apartment of a guy from work; with him,
Another guy, and all of them now unattached.
The dustless places on the kitchen shelf
Suggest that Elliot, the lessor (lesser!) lost
His love not long ago, her pictures newly gone,
The towels in the closet neatly stacked. They're
There to watch a football game, to hoot and bond
In manly fashion over beers and chicken wings,
And not say, but somehow suggest that they
Have learned to do just fine without the women
They have lost. He knows she'd laugh and
Say he lies if she found out that he was here,
And if she cared. He knows that she does not.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-10-20 at 01:25

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