Bourbon St.

You remind me of the Unwound 7” I left at your house:
Unpredictable, heartbreaking and nowhere in sight.

I wouldn’t have listened to it anyway,
I lied about having a record player.
I just wanted you to give me something,
and I wanted you to like me.
So do you? Like me?

So waits this educated and …showered girl,
on the boy who sleeps with
blankets he found on the streets of New Orleans.

And I see him at the bar,
and remind him to call me
and his response: “I know, and I did tell you to take a chance,
but I can’t. I told you. I drink too much.”

I got dumped by the drunk, balding guy in girl pants who I wasn’t even dating.
I must find a way to quell these obsessions, as they have clearly steered me incorrectly.