Damn Those Boys
Damn those boys, those idiots, who,
with psychedelic lights flashing on blank faces
nurse their drinks, slowly caress glasses,
joke crudely with their friends —
while I yearn.
Damn you, you cowards, who,
refuse to develop contact
who hide in dark corners
who sit on high bar stools
who tear out my heart —
without knowing.
Copyright © Jen Ebersohn | Year Posted 2021
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