no room at the inn

he asks

me if he can come to my

house

to sleep on

the couch

for a few weeks,

the wife wants me gone,

he tells me.

but why, i ask.

i thought you two were

madly in love.

soul mates since high school.

i don't know. maybe it's

my drinking,

or that i don't

have a job,

and 

all i do all day is watch

tv

and complain

about politics

and the neighbor's barking

dog.

she says that i smell too.

and you want to stay at my

house?

i ask him.