There is a drunk boy in my bed and he smells. <br />I want him to leave so I can wash the sheets, <br />clean up, <br />arrange things, erase this episode <br />in my single hood. <br /> <br />Scandal, scandal, scandal, boys boys boys: <br />woke up this morning, no love in the bed. <br /> <br />You and I should meet for lunch. You can give me <br />advice. I sometimes feel judged. But that is from my <br />friends who aren't getting any. <br /> <br />Right now I guess I am wrapped up in the excitedness of it all. <br />But it is getting lonely here because most of my friends are getting <br />married. <br /> <br />One day, after all of this I will be married and happy and all that <br /> <br />Love, Anita.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-all-this-happiness/
