Maybe I'm the One Who Should Learn

Will 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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-29 at 22:12

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Kathy Lockhart
Sounds like that place for two has been a tradition while the protagonist has been gone. Ms. Mae has been up to no good with that wine and who knows what else.(Who Knows What Else is probably hiding in the pantry along with the extra bottles.) I enjoyed this. :D
2017-03-30


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
very nice. faithlessness is judgment call, ain't it?
2017-03-30