Something Else To Do

        What’s that poem there aching to admit?
        That one there, can’t make a sense over it
        nor how it plans on getting its point across.
        My worst enemy rode away with my best girl,
        the both of them heading eastlike somewhere
        not leaving word when to expect them back.
        At first I allowed myself only one bite of food
        but went piling my plate up more than I need,
        come to realize that’s exactly how it all ends.
        Openly nude, you and your sister fell in line,
        her over her lover’s body, you here at mine.
        I’ll hold you while we talk it through, that’s all.

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