writing

Something I text

A little poem I text my friend nearing the end of my work day:

Time
Is keeping me
Shielding me
From my one true love
Full bodied
Beautifully rich
Time is teasing
Jeering at me
Reasoning with me
That I do not deserve
My one true love
Sweet and bitter
Tongue loosener
When can I?
Have my DAMN GLASS OF WINE

Reasons why I’m not a poet:
1) I can’t write.

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