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she’s a theme song
and she’s depressed
but damn
doesn’t she make it look good?

she keeps the blinds closed
drinks whiskey at noon
and asks
“who the fuck wants me?”

then she climbs on top
reeking of perfume and smoke,
at least it’s only temporary
and the sex leaves bruises
and our fights wake the neighbors
and she’s in my shirt
talking to the cops at three.

afterwards
she lights a cigarette
breaks my smoke detector
and asks
“who the fuck doesn’t want me?”

“right, baby”
I say