The Way It Is

We sat in perfect proportions
like an entree with two sides.
I’ve always loved green beans –
    A few drinks
    A little reefer
Spiraling into the desire…
one says, “Why don’t you ever
try and get me in bed?”
We keep on drinking
until there are four of them.
The other asks, “Is this all your work?”
Are you some kind of artist?”
The edges close in, a fading black…
“No, I’m not an artist.
“No, I’m not some kind of artist.”
It’s just the way it is.
The Dog snaps at flies in the corner.
I can’t stand up.
I won’t tell her
that’s why I’ve never tried.