she has many names
and is the punch line to a few jokes.
always here, even when she is not.
like the moon.
like the tides.
i never thought of her
until i did
girl, you come without asking
like a vagabond with a cardboard sign
asking for snacks or money or more.
i would drive past you and not make eye contact
if i had a choice
but you hop on in
smile and wink like you own the place
in a way you do
this is the last time we do this
your last visit to my bed
my indifference has turned
like a simple table wine to sour vinegar
i don't want you anymore
(well, not for months and months)
so pack your shit and leave.