For Youth

We can't all be great.

he went to the woman who held love in her

stride who smelled of tobacco and had

too many phone numbers

she invited him in always and would sit

with him for whiles and whiles and she held

his hands and he could kiss her if he wanted

it happened one night she fucked out his every

cold night and long drive and time spent apart

from his own head she fucked it all

it was there on that couch their love caught

fire and filled the room it was there in that world

in that time they coughed so happily