A woman on the
Street told me about how her
Boyfriends probably

******* a drag queen,
And they stole fifty dollars
From her. Wants advice.

"Remember you have
Yourself", I say; a rehearsed
Piece of half fiction.

She lights up something,
mysterious and inhales,
Then exhales and sighs.

Think for a second,
What would my mom say right now?
I try to start fire.

I can't tell you why
He holds your hand in public,
Ignores you at home

Helps his drag queen friend,
But leaves you in bed alone.
I don't know that much.

But these things tend to
Work themselves out in the end.
I have faith in that.

Not god, religion,
Choice, free will, karma, and such.
Just this natural

Push for balance and
The results I've seen so far.
I believe in this.