Bonnie Humphry

Baseball game is on They’re playing the field Mind is already numb Lungs suggest I yield Fortunes give advice I was never seeking Picture perfect play Cigarette smoke leaking Slowly I am sighing ‘It’s okay,’ she says Smirking while I’m lying ‘I suppose it will be’ Muster up some courage Make a desperate call ‘You are not desperate… just in despair that’s all’ Light another fag Puff it to the filter Encourage her to drink ‘I wish you could live here’ Wise beyond my years Insight She’s never seen Encourage me to think Against the rail I lean ‘I see into your head’ I’m blushing, babe I’m red I take my turn into tears She wipes them with her own ‘It’s funny how deeply into others lives we find ourselves sewn’ I agree and light another Take another sip ‘If you’re hurting already don’t do anything to harm yourself more,’ but Here we sit Here we sip Here we choke back tears Here we spit Here we come To the bed Bodies numb Too many words said Sheets spread Drool on your pillow case He said ‘I’m so sorry’ She said ‘It’s a little late.’

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