when I was sitting
at the gas station
picnic table
down to my last cigarette
and one single drop
of rain
put it out
I called
back in the days
of landlines
and her mother picked up
and told me she wasn’t
interested in me anymore
on stage
forgetting my lines
in front of 300 some people
the sound of one of them coughing
in the car
telling a woman
“oh for me
that was a one night stand”
and watching her face drop
writing this poem
thinking about all this shit
