I’M NO ADIVSER
David Lawrence
Give me a break!
That’s what I was thinking when she broke
Up with him.
I didn’t mean it that way.
I just meant I needed some cotton
Not to hear his squawking about his broken
Heart.
Which had broken into thirty-six pieces,
One for each of his three
Dozen hurts.
I told him to see a psychiatrist
But he kept on insisting that I could help.
I had a lot of experience
In hurt.
Most of it self-inflicted.
So I listened,
Not volunteering any wrongful advice.
Jesus, what could I say?
I was a boxing coach who had dented
His own head in so many directions.
From so much promise I was carrying around
Bagfuls of disappointment
Like a homeless man
Pushing a shopping cart of soda bottles, jockeying
For the refunds.
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