My poetry is a half-ass friend
who shows up when she frickin’ feels like it
and shows me up sometimes-
but I allow her to do her thing.
She is an uplifting source-
except when she brings me down, of course
I, somehow, must deal
with her altered state.
She doesn’t have it all together,
though tries pickin’ up the pieces
when left alone for a little while.
So, I vow to stick with her.