I Will Kick Him Out
With stealth, his first after life visit.
How did he get under the covers to make our lovers tryst?
I weep for I am no longer surprised.
It is too much to wish for, for fear he will not come.
For fear he will not come tonight.
I break out in a sweat, the nights he is here, the nights he is not.
He never comes when others are in the house.
I will kick him out of my bed if I grow tired of him.
Do you believe this? I asked my friend.
I believe everything and nothing of what you tell me she said.
Benita H. Kape © 20.4.2015