Open up

you should turn
and face me so I can
glimpse up that skirt
instead of at its profile,
honey, it's useless to
play on that phone
way down here,
and there ain't time
enough to read,
'else
I tear the page out
to laminate it for ya,
it's just...you know?
it's just you
and the lunch room lights, so
Open up. See? Open up.
we can't all be poets
ruminating on old hearts
& fresh scratches,
throwing our fabrics to the wind
some of us gotta
suck it up an'
make a buck to live.