IV—Somebody To Love

Because I don’t watch
TV, all women [except
skin­ny ones]
become more inter­est­ing.
Peo­ple ask: “How do
you keep up with
the news?” and I say
“She could use anoth­er
10 pounds.”

At the creek I found
the old­er boys’
stash of beer.
Cans sailed over rocks
like drunk­en philoso­phers,
beards float­ing on the water.
Induc­tion and alco­hol
spilled from their mouths
while I made craw­fish
fight.

I’ve always want­ed
some­body to love
me.
   Some­body
I’ve always want­ed
to love.
   me.

I should have been
a small appli­ance
repair­man. I should have
tak­en more drugs.
I would have
got­ten high and
talked to bro­ken toast­ers
say­ing “Does it
hurt
when I do
this?”