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.