While I Am More Beautiful Than Enough Poem by Robert Rorabeck

While I Am More Beautiful Than Enough



Night slips through my hidden sorrows and I enjoy
This new pain:
It comes up to me like panthers wanting a free meal, and I
Only having my tired body:
Really, Erin, what did you expect of me, if you are still reading
This painted stuff:
That I was celibate for almost seven years, and now I’m going to
Get my muff; and that I saved up a pretty time for you,
While you didn’t return my calls:
Did you expect that I would spend it all in the aquarium of the
Last paganisms of a final Catholic school in Missouri?
I hardly had enough, Erin: Erin:
So follow your fire engine boys and blow hard, hard, Erin:
Because your beauty hardly is enough, but I can still remember you
From high school Latin, Erin, blowing hard:
You are rightly beautiful, but you are hardly beautiful enough to shine my
Horse, Erin,
While I am more beautiful than enough.

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