Poem: Irrevocability

Sleeping on someone's couch, by need rather than invitation
Irrevocability It’s an embarrassment, this living on your couch And so, you’ll let me go, not because of my humanity, you’d fight and die and lie for that Going made irrevocable instead, by your embarrassment and mine	This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.