one two three

late night whisper

conversations over

a wine glass sitting

at my feet and one

two three cigarettes

talking to myself i

don't have roommates

anymore they were

always on the porch

when i got home

we'd sit and talk and

chain smoke and say

things like how was

your day what did

you do how was work

then we'd talk about

our boyfriends and

how they were being

dumb or how they

were sweet they'd

tell me about their

classes and their

professors who

frustrate them or

administrators who

infuriate them or

their mentors who

love them i would

tell them about my

managers who

were mean or co

workers who were

funny or customers

who were rude and

we would vent and

laugh we could

talk we could talk

all night if we wanted

until one of us couldn't

stop yawning and

someone would say

i have to get up

early goodnight

goodnight goodnight

that's how it always

was when i had

roommates now i

come home and dad

always has a glass of

wine for me and when

everyone goes to bed

just sometimes i have

one two three cig

arettes and whisper

to myself.