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drunk on the highway
in the parking lot
she takes off her pants
eases out of the passenger seat
at that hour
nobody wins or loses
that’s what she says
you just find a hole
–
-
blood on her hands
slapped too hard
and it pains me
to see you haven’t changed
and I see the bags on
my face
and I see
maybe I haven’t
–
- either
-
well now I got a yard
and a woman I love
a simple solution
-
–
her body arches under
street lamps

I’m not exploitative
I just learned in bruises
and long
—– long
benders

I praise the dirt
under my feet
and
the clouds above me
my woman
isn’t like me