pitiful history
Ray Heinrich
i told myself
i was loaning you the money
you needing it most nights
sharing a hotel room
down on a street
where i need to walk
in my old clothes
pretending we’re friends
but this little piece
is for sale
and i went down on you once
too often
and everybody knows
you’re a bastard
but i
just can’t find any better
and it’s karma i hear
over the pissy smell
of memory
of wading for you
in public restrooms
and scratching your number
on my brain
while trying
to get you back
