December 05th, 2022

She was just a hole.
Not like an ankle breaker,
or a Florida sink,
but just a hole.
Warm and at times, lovely.
Other times, 
just a hole.
A hole to bury frustration.
A hole to swallow hesitation.
Or a hole of fleeting escape.
She was just a hole...to some.
But self-worth is worth more
than tar pits and asphalt dumps.
Worth more than sullen naps
night caps or
lunch in the corner 
of some off-beaten café.
No window seat.
Well. A deep subject.
Like a hole.
Beat street, fools, and let the door catch ya.