For This Too Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I drink to swing sets and charley horses;
In my loneliness I drink to anything, or I touch myself:
And there are familiar intersections that I cross just
South of prostitutions where I have written novels
Where I left then,
And I wonder if my mother can smell the liquor on my breath,
But it is just how I have been trying to taste you,
Waiting for you to write to me:
I am scarred, but I am beautiful: I am a candle burning behind my
Mother on her wedding day;
And I want to be the beautiful kiss given to you,
And I just want you to turn out for the show: you can bring
Any of your men, or even your husband, while the waves catch the
Light like cutlery in your kitchen when houses only cost a dollar,
And your sister was still saving herself for another man;
And this is just what we’ve been doing to pass the time
While you’ve been too busy shopping;
And I’ve been waiting for this too to pass.