Category: Poetry

Saturday morning
12th & Broadway
The beads of sweat from
my workout have dried away

Little cup of oats
with iced coffee and almond milk
I love mornings in New York
when my head doesn’t hurt

It’s only 11am and
I’m yearning for the now

There’s hope that slips in
when you finally feel in control
Even if I wanted to be sullen,
the morning sun won’t allow it

I like this side of me
She’s strong and relentless
She’s successful and sexy
Why do I abandon her sometimes?
Going back to shadey corners
in shadey bars, with shadey men
They fill me up but leave me feeling empty inside

Darling, please remember Saturday morning
12th & Broadway
The way you felt when
the beads of sweat from your workout
dried away.

I don’t make love
I make acquaintances

We meet after dark
In a dimly lit bar

You never look the same
You always take it too far

I’m not looking for love
I’m not looking for acquaintances
I said

We don’t talk for weeks
I get a 1 am text

You want the same thing
You only want me for sex