Poem in my (virtual) Pocket Day

So in honor of Poem in My Pocket Day, I'm wearing my favorite pair of jeans today. However, this is not a picture of my back pocket, but I didn't want you to feel that you missed out on the pocket part of poem in my pocket.

Enjoy!

Simile 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 approximate give me a break

without being identical to give me break,

but the best I can come up with is I was aware of a certain similarity

between me and “give me break.”

And that was ok with me 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, the most I felt like I could be

was like to a certain degree

“Give me a break.”

If you want to here Billy Collins, himself, read the poem click here. He's a Poet Laurette two times over and is a great reader.