Maybe I'm the One Who Should LearnWill you ever learn not to be bad to me Mae?
I heard a man's voice when I got to your
Door. I heard some kind of fumbling as
You said, "Wait" Now, I look and I see
That your window is open, and hear
Someone's feet on the fire escape.
I am touched that you set out two places
For dinner, two glasses of wine, though
Both have been drunk, and I like how
You've put on that teddy for me, but,
Honey, I'm curious. How did you know
That they sent me home early by almost
A week? Maybe I'm wrong to be feeling
Suspicious, but I know you, Mae, and you
Know yourself. You can't learn not
To be bad to me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2017-03-29 at 22:12
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