Quote and poem

Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.
Winston Churchill

Can you love a man full
of cigarette smoke and wounds?
You know, the clingy type
of smoke that weaves into clothes
like the Thai slave that wove it.
And those wounds- so well
hidden they slip through
my bowels with the best medicine
riding shotgun. Can you love
past that, to me? Oh
just one more thing- I’m not
sure what love is or who’s
the right one, but
monogamy is not
always fun.