Sometimes you can’t
fool yourself.
You lie in bed
alone
and try to imagine
the usual
thing
about meeting some
woman who’ll understand
you,
but
this time
something inside you
won’t buy it.
It’s as if
there’s only so much
bullshit
you can feed
yourself
before you start
coughing it all up in
giant furballs
of reality.
When this happens
it’s best
to just
roll over
and go
to sleep.