Glass Of Spirited Sorrow Poem by Robert Rorabeck

So overcome with a sadness that I cannot feel
The air conditioning:
I sit and eat in my little house and watch movies,
Waiting for you to call;
Bu tit rained all day, and my words were no good,
Really- they were like puppies abandoned on the cement
Slabs of got up and gone trailer parks,
And now only all of the rattlesnakes are sunbathing;
And it is not right,
But it is fare: and you called me some times today,
Alma- either three or four, and I could hear your daughter crying
In the distance,
And maybe you made love to your husband, as he was home all
Day as well: If you did, I do not blame you, because I know that it
Is only that you are frightened;
And when I see you tomorrow, your brown skin in the exceptional
Outfit of a perfect child, I will call you my life- mi vida-,
And I will inhale you the best that I can; but for now
I am waiting for the rains to let off abating,
And for this bachelor’s night to finish its glass of spirited sorrow.