My Stoop Faces the Street

We sat on the stoop so long

we attracted a party

and you wanted to talk

about meaningful, deep things

what Sylvia Plath really means

in this poem, or that

and he wanted to talk about history

 

and i said “Wait a minute, guys,

let’s turn this back to me”

by the time the first guy left

i was just practicing for

my next interview; the next great thing

and still singing Johnny Cash

so long as it was my favorite song by him

 

but by the time it was just me and him

my old, gay, playwright of a neighbor

i was talking about my nightmares

and what i really need

and we talked so much about

my mother that

i cried, but we kept on singing

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