A TENEMENT ON JONES STREETA Poem by DaveA TENEMENT ON JONES STREET
A string of clear rope lights hang overhead. “Those are stars” she said. “We can’t see the real ones from here so these will have to do.” But the wine is real, as the cap is unscrewed.
She told me that she loved me with all her heart, but not her eyes. I told her the same lies , but with me it was just a matter of thighs.
So here we sit under our make believe stars with no moon and the flowered wallpaper hangs lifeless between the curtains. We drink our wine and make believe it is tomorrow. © 2017 Dave |
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