Fables
I wonder where you hear this story,
drunk and indisposed,
lacking goodwill and sincerity.
In a most amiable fashion I gave you:
*my pitiless heart
*the curse of decadence
*a flask of hope
but I’m sure you always planned on
returning the favor to me some day.
I just hope the day comes before you forget it.
So when these consumable airwaves finally reach
and give you what you think you need,
I hope you think of me.