Friday, November 22, 2013

tonight I feel

like a little too much wine
and a cheap, easy read –
something sentimental
and predictable
with lovers destined
to end up alone.
Perhaps that’s
the happiest of endings –
for a heroine
to find herself pining
for the one who got away
before the novelty
and the good manners
and the romance wears off,
before the man who
only talks during commercials
comes groping for a quickie
between reruns of Seinfeld.