You Can Quote Me (yet again)

Friends with benefits
doesn’t always sit
well with me
but then I guess
it depends
on the man
summoning me.

Weirdos on the train
Same shit
Different colour

Come to the party; there
You have my invitation
don’t you give me
no excuse.

The book overflowing
words melt through
the pages
the written history
mine true possession
full of prose
no one knows.

Filling in the spaces
Trading places
with a blank sheet
desperate to meet
her dipping pen
a pause
in the script
She shakes the ache
from her hurried
hand – and
writes again.

Jesse Falk