routine annual physical
sometimes I don’t even know myself
in fact at times I’m somebody
else entirely
and I wonder quite often
who the hell I’ve been talking to
and all the people coming in
and out of my life
I hardly know them either
my doctor says it’s perfectly normal
to become disconnected at my age
proceeds to ask me how much
alcohol I’ve been consuming these days
oh I don’t know I say lifting my eyebrows
maybe one or two drinks a day I suppose
oh I see she says
followed by a couple of coughs
a few strokes of the keyboard
smiling politely and soon thereafter
sending me on my merry way
I know she knows I’m lying
but it doesn’t really matter
and when I get home from the tavern
I crack open another beer
by this time I’ve already convinced
myself it wasn’t me lying to her
but that other guy
the one who knows me better
than I know myself
the one who comes and goes
at his imperious leisure
march two thousand eighteen
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that other us seems to have a lot more fun don’t they?
oh yes absolutely!
This is fantastic. I’m especially impressed with the final stanza.
Thank you very much.
love your poems
thank you very much
good one!
Thanks so much, Bonnie!