You were going to call me tonight.
When you were done having dinner with "friends".
What if I wasn't taking a bath this evening?
Straightening up my place,
buying an Edie Brickell song from itunes?
All the while thinking about school reading;
What if I was adoring another man?
Playing with his balls?
Would that bother you?
I know you could do better.
That isn't the point.
So could I.
I went to your home uninvited.
Your best friend answered my drunken knock.
I couldn't really focus on the lawn adornment.
Pepper plants, bicycle, clothesline, kayak...
Table made by your own affectionate hands.
So I just looked up.
The haze passing by the near-full moon was possibly
the best moment of the evening.
I tried to call first.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
I wonder if I stand real still
if I stand a chance?