I will get there baby, hold on to the pieces, there’s something left I know it.
Not everything is broken.

She left me starstruck, walked over to the next lonely me.
I said, I never wanted to be me.

She said, baby, be free.

And I said, Wake me up Poetry, make love to me.
So she lifted her skirt, and she dazzled me.

And I woke up less lonely.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His latest book is Train of Thought.