My tiny, purple
your rings have vanished from ‘round
your waist.
You’ve fallen from orbit and into
a parking lot, glass and gravel
stuck in your feet.
This is betrayal.
My pockets have been emptied
again and again and again
on your behalf
and this is how you repay me?
With screeches and halts, a clutch
untouchable?
Oh baby, your mouth has rusted
away,
rotting from the outside in,
leaving behind the clank of a
trailer park.
Hints of nicotine stains your most
middle finger.
I can’t help taking notice as you wave it in my face.
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