Friday night
you blew me off
to do lines
with your gym buddies.
I wasn’t committed
to memory formation
and forgave you.
On Saturday
after last call
you whiskey tornado whirled
through my front door
banged your head
on ‘a thing’
in my kitchen
and got stuck
pulling off your shirt.
I poured you
a glass of water
and drove you home.
Paying for
a bottle of wine
and my Pad Thai
didn’t padlock anything
so please
stop trying to escape
from your zoo exhibit.