Swayin Drunk

I wonder if she ever thought about saying this to him?

You listen here.

I don't know who

you think you are

stumblin drunk

in this house.

See those plates

steamless on

the table--hey!

I'm talkin.  You

see em?  I see

that hole in

the wall and

the kicked in

door hangin

on hinges like

us.  I wonder

every slurred night:

Where do you

hide the man

that I fell

in love with?

Author's Note

I'm trying to work out the syllabics here. I don't know.

As always, comments and suggestions are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is a heartbreaking look into the mind of a poor
lover, struggling to keep it all together.

[Ron Sanders]

Interesting and sincere freeform. Why do women fall in love with creeps? As to syllabification, bump that final "that."