More or Less
—for Frank Bidart
The less Ronnie needed me—
The more I wanted him really bad
The less he cared about me—
The more I simply couldn’t stand it
The less he said when I did him—
The more I craved it guttural
The less he needed a blowjob—
The more shell-shocked it left me
The less he felt about me—
The more he enjambed my life
The less he let me get him off—
The more I wanted to marry him
The less he wrote home to me—
The more the Navy sneered at me
The less the obituaries said—
The more I just hated Viet Nam
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