Sometimes life is good to me,
showing up on my porch in a tuxedo
with a bouquet of fresh flowers and a sheepish grin
as if to say I’m sorry about the time I pushed you
and skinned your knees and how I broke
all my promises and forgot
to call you yesterday –
but I love you, we’re really beautiful together.
And I can – this time,
I forgive life for its abuse and neglect
and when it throws stones at my window,
calling my name in some shitty
I still put on my best dress
and let it take me
to the dance.