late night perils
i loved the way you stabbed
cigars at the end of your stilettos
and cursed the newspaper deliveryman
in the half-light of dawn.
i loved the way we closed
the clubs and cut the fat
through the muck of our disco fries.
if it wasn’t for your budweiser mouth
i still might be in love.
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