The painful truth.

Sitting on the stoop
of my apartment
in the spring twilight
he slows down on his
bicycle to call:
"Hey Mary"
My name is not Mary.
I have spent a lifetime
being the fat friend named:
April
Allison
Erin
Marian.
Only to discover the painful truth
Men do not remember
your name if they don't
want to fuck you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

writing bad poetry

View iaminacocoon's Full Portfolio