Sonnet 2
The first dater just lies like a bastard
to leave the room, retreating to the bar,
where she can’t yet follow. He plays pastor
to drinking buddies, sermon from a car
radio playing back in his head to decry
himself, asking someone to hold the lash,
punish him for helping to create a lie.
He’ll forget all this following his crash
into his bed, thrown by forlorn friends
who will forget his behavior this night,
and he will too, remembering the ends
but not his means, beer killing the blue light
that illuminated memories best dead,
unsold yearbook, poetry book unread.
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