Friendly Flirting
I spent many days
Weeks even
Building the courage
To ask the question
Is all this flirting
Just for fun
Or do you hope
It will lead somewhere
Naturally
I hoped
It was building
To something
Then one day
I got a message
Meant for someone else
You were embarrassed
My chest was pounding
I got my answer
Without asking
I said I wouldn’t ask
Any of the many
Questions I had
You said thank you
And asked
How I was feeling
Were you worried
I was angry
You’ve made more effort
To keep me around
Than others have
What am I
To you
What am I
To anyone
Intimacy Costs Extra
I’ve had my fair share
Of prostitutes
They were nice to me
Because I gave them money
I thought they would help me
Feel less alone
I was always disappointed
Masturbation is more satisfying
But sometimes it’s nice
To be held
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 