you sigh, oh please,
make your woe as tragic
as the time she left me
standing under the oak tree
taking a long, frustrated leak
as she slid into the driver's seat
and stepped on the gas,
all that gravel
and dirt
and chunks of mire
ruined my shoes
on thE half mile
back to the motel,
yes, she was gone
when I got there
and left me
with a bill
which was fucked
because
my wallet was in the car,
the glove compartment
for safe keeping,
you take in a deep breath,
reach for a cigarette,
remember you
haven't smoked in 20 years,
conclude it's an awful
thing to forget
what you're talking
about
in mid-sentence.
The bartender, two local drunks
and a woman
in a crossing guard's uniform
are staring at you,
dumb as tombstones.
Make your sadness
more interesting
you offer,
stay thirsty
and chatty,
ok?
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