I like him better when I’m naked

When I’m drunk or when

I’m stoned-

I didn’t know if he could tell.

I’m stoned, he could tell

He declared so with unwavering conviction and I

 Admitted, amused by his attention to such

Trivial matters that he

Caught me

Again

Like he never ceased to do, he

Caught me and that

made him happy, little things make him very happy

I try to learn from that, find joy

In odd pleasures, obscure places. I try to keep my chin up-

it eases the whiskey down