unfaithful
why would you cover
that with laughter and
a joke, embarrassed
by the moment of
insight. her dimples
crinkled: "well i can't
help you there" so why
wake up and waste time
on your words - is that
...good enough for you?
(i too pass from the
night; i stay a while
away, oh night, but
i'm not sure i will
ever return with
the same trust to you)
you know, it did all
start innocently
enough. sad and drunk,
she asked how i was,
and then it happened:
"i really feel like
shit tonight. i mean,
emotionally."
(i bequeath myself
to the dirt...if you
want me again look
for me under your
beautiful boot soles)
so take that sip be
careful not to spill
(it's a big glass) and
flick that cigarette
across thousands of
houses into her
backyard and watch the
smoke drift all night long
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