WE ALL BREAK OUR OWN RULES
You can get me a drink
but I’m not fucking you
I’m in a relationship
and I’m quite happy
“that’s fine”, I say
I mean you’re a nice guy
and all
“yeah I know. Another?” I say
no, I can get silly, I really shouldn’t
“well then, I will have yours”
I can’t believe I did this
I wanted to, but I really can’t stay
“that’s fine”, I say
holy shit, what time is it
I need to go
this can never happen
again and I’m not calling
You
“I know”, I say
I washed my sheets
threw out the numbers she
left on a napkin
and changed my number
to help her feel better
about any future decisions she might make
NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY SOME MIGHT OBJECT AT A WEDDING
i was around 10-11
when they married
lucky for me I was the best man
what an opportunity
for a young kid
a best man in my
step brother’s wedding
I guess what does
that say about him
but who cares
didn’t have a
fancy bachelor party
or anything but I’m pretty sure
we looked at porn
that seems like a party
to an 11 year old
anyway
there I stood
proud in my Woolworth suit
smiling but not understanding
what the fuck was going
a few party goers
6 or so including myself,
my sister
my stepbrother
and my mother
some cake
and alcohol
years passed
and I’m still
confused
but I adapted
14 years after the wedding itself
I finally asked my mother
why she married her
husband’s son
