Poem | fair exchange

I was a better drunk driver

than she ever was, so

I took her car and

she was shouting

Practically spitting venom

She was horny.

We had gotten to that place

where she needed to know

I wasn’t the kind of guy

to cling on.

So amongst It all; started

telling her about a birthday

I had once, years ago

Spoke right over her

and it went right

over her head.

Thank god

My life’s a mess

and I’ve lost

the ability

to care.

Distant.

Indifferent

Nonchalant

I was good at

telling the truth;

sliced and diced

with salt, no pepper.

And I could tell;

she wanted me

to lie to her

because she

found it

comforting.

“Baby you know

your the only girl for me.”

I say. My tone, as if I were

muttering something

slightly louder than

if I were alone -

completely

monotone.

She places her hand

on my leg, rubs it.

She needed to be

saved from

the truth.

“Ohh yeah…

we’re lovers…”

I say, like ordering

fast food from a

box with a microphone

She squeezes my leg

And her hand moves

up to the zip, starts

massaging me.

I don’t say anything

about our fair exchange,

lies for love.

And I wondered if

it would ever change.

Should it ever

change?

But as I got harder

we stopped

by the side of

the road, and

I stopped thinking

anything

at all.

…