Listen,
I am not saying
that you are
not great,
I mean
you are.
You tell me
you love me,
show me,
you work hard
at your job
come home
and cook.
I am
just saying'
that sometimes
I need
a little more-
for Christ's sake
turn a trick
or something.
Screw the
neighbor
then tell me
it didn't
mean a thing.
Shoot at me
when I
come home drunk
or at least
throw
my coffee cup
full
of boiling joe
at my face
while I ignore
you mornings,
caught up
in poems by
Raymond Carver.
I don't want
to hurt you
but I am a poet
and Holy Crap
I kind of have
a reputation.
I can't be
writing love poems
all the time.
