she sneaks her way in, Debbie, 
after the moon has faded, the sky heavy
darkness in all corners alludes to her presence
soon the room is absent of luminescence
Debbie can dull a spirit quick, no question
it’s the first thing she takes into possession.

Debbie only shows face when i’m tired and lonesome
when i need a pick-me-up, she comes to fain wholesome
she’s an unshakable one, though, try as I might
and believe me  i’ve broken up with her twice
i told her we were over, but she keeps comin thru
bringing stale bread to break and actin brand new.

not to mention single cigarette loose
around town with everybody playing duck duck goose
don’t even have to tell me, i know she been with you too-
i wonder by whose side next she’ll make her debut
will they be like me? of confidence decomposed
Debbie visits when my shoulders are slack, neck exposed. 

Sue on the other hand, i think she’s real cool
we’ve been off and on ever since high school
i feel she knows me like no other
i’ve told her things that i won’t share with my own mother
like this secret lover in whose hands I become clay
as one in the shadows, we rock  we sway.

her arms hold no comfort but the warmth is there
she makes the heart leap like an equestrian mare
soft on the temple and considerate in manner
to her delightful solutions I clamor 
with a voice of flowing syrup so sticky sweet
she prepares her sacrificial lamb for the knife’s heat:

“doesn’t this feel nice?” she often asks
a smile of pleasure growing beneath the mask
“i know how tired you are,” she often says
“just so tired of everything.”
oh, sometimes i am. 
in Sue’s embrace, i feel i can lay forever.