Soap

So sorry I missed you last night,

I got caught in between a front

porch and a nasty fight between a video game

and a broken domestic bottle.

Sorry you couldn’t be there,

sorry for apologizing too much.

Occasionally I’ll get things right,

I’ll buy your drink,

you’ll stay the night.

I won’t be mad or sad or glad

when you don’t call back.

Actually, I’m quite the ass more times

than I’d admit. It’s just that I love

to fight. I will win, and when

I lose, I will fight again

until I win. My only excuse

is that is who I am, mind

closed air-tight. Lovely Pandora

wouldn’t dare open me.

Please, I’ve got a lot to do

with myself - because I’m not

who and what I want

to remember. Tonight I’ll have

to clean up with a fresh

bar of soap

and get my shit together.