John D Robinson writes

UPSET & CRYING
 

They’d come knocking on my

door in the early hours; they’d

be drunk and stoned and

distressed and sometime they’d

be damn hysterical and they’d

sit on my bed drinking my wine

and tell me of their brutal,

thoughtless and argumentative

boyfriends and how I was always

so considerate and kind and I

comforted them and offered to

go straighten out the assholes

and then they’d leave me and

they never once knocked on my

door and asked if I was okay and

did I want a good time and

most of the time I wasn’t okay

and I did want a good time,

but that knock on the door

never came though I was always

reading and waiting.

 

 Woman -- Willem de Kooning