Showing posts with label close to the bone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label close to the bone. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

POETRY,


she said,
is your strong suit;
you should stick with it,
play it; it's what you do
best.
You think?
I replied, fishing
for compliments.
I do,
she said,
comfortable
in her judgement.
I should know,
she continued,
being a gambler
myself, I know
suits...of all kinds, but
I also know
that you think
because it's you
who does it well,
anyone
can do
it.

I had to go,
I said, eager
to get off
the phone-
she was getting
too close
to the
bone.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015