You just said I looked nice.
Nice.
Nice like your sister.
Nice like your mom.
Nice like the neutered kiss you
planted on my face as you looked
over my shoulder for better offers.
Places you'd rather be,
friends you'd rather see.
Anything, anyone at this point
is better than me.
And later that night
all offers have gone home,
all deals have been closed,
I'm still here.
Bent over from the strain
of duty.
You waste yourself on my leg,
and I'm supposed to know what love feels like.
and I'm supposed to know what love feels like.
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