Poetry Wednesday, Vol. 87

There were a good amount of thoughts in my head for this poetry day.  But as it happens, things get busy, we are a bit stressed, life is moving at the speed of light.  I need a mental break.  Thanks to the Writer's Almanac, it has arrived.  Thanks to Billy Collins, I can look forward to another rainy day with a smile on my face. 

What She Said

by Billy Collins

When he told me he expected me to pay for dinner,
I was like give me a break.

I was not the exact equivalent of give me a break.
I was just similar to give me a break.

As I said, I was like give me a break.

I would love to tell you
how I was able to resemble give me a break
without actually being identical to give me a break,

but all I can say is that I sensed
a similarity between me and give me a break.

And that was close enough
at that point in the evening

even if it meant I would fall short
of standing up from the table and screaming
give me a break,

for God's sake will you please give me a break?!

No, for that moment
with the rain streaking the restaurant windows
and the waiter approaching,

I felt the most I could be was like

to a certain degree

give me a break.