Sunday, November 3


the girl three doors down
must think all I do is smoke
cigarettes; it’s true


I asked the cabbie
to drop me at the fast food
joint at two a.m.


the wind flips the leaves
from well known british racing
to matte guacamole


don’t mistake this for
love because I mentioned ‘love’,
in fact I’m helpless

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