Of One Or Two Or Three Poem by Robert Rorabeck

I have already written
My
Five poems for the
Night
But I keep going free
Handed,
Feral;
Because I was robbed at
Gunpoint tonight
Which made the
Night
Really wonderful:

And I am William
T. Shakespeare
And I just wanted you
To know how much I
Have loved you;
Alone and emptied
At some truck stop
In West Texas
At the apex of a Ferris
Wheel smiling at the
Empty constellations with
Some boy from
Guatemala;
That I love you
More than house
Or car-
Or mailbox-
I have loved you on into
Crepuscule;
And you are a sister of
A very slim sorority:
Of one
Or two
Or three.