flagpole. by Wayne F. Burke

in bed early

11:30 PM 

try and get some reading done

or maybe write something

worthwhile

but

fuck-it, I am too tired

for either, and

start to think of a girl

I used to watch undress

as she stood before her window,

and though I know

it is not healthy

for me

to go there,

I go;

watch her stretch and

bend over...

I raise the old flagpole:

I used to be her dildo

she used to be my girl

every night

11 PM

we met

a cold and distant relationship

that ended

only because

she moved elsewhere.

Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published online and in print. He has published six full-length poetry collections, most recently DIFLUCAN (BareBack Press, 2019). He lives in the Pine Tree State.