when she texts you
referring to her drama
with a guy as a
"Kendra Jean" situation,
you know the jig is up...
that's what happen
with Lauren Grace yesterday,
when she was supposed to meet me
at the punk rock show.
what could I do?
I can't be mad at her.
I would do the same thing.
and maybe this is why I love her.
she gets it,
and there is no bullshit
pretense about forever,
because we are each other's now.
sure, we talk poetry
and music,
but our hearts and minds
are elsewhere.
and that is okay,
because life is short,
and we all need a respite
from the existential dread.
even if it is
someone else's bed,
just for some solidarity
and some head.