I saw Bobby eyeballing
those suds & the next day
I walk into work & he's
bathing in the sink.
Alex or Chad or James
said, "I'd do things to
her that are illegal in a
third world country."
She works everyday,
two and half jobs,
probably to pay off
a car she doesn't need,
but I told Henry or Brian
or Larry that I'd probably
write her shitty poems anyway.
I left out that I'd basically
be her gay-best-friend figure.
I saw the token black stroke
the electric red-head's face,
& I felt like I must be in a porno,
that life is a giant incestuous orgy,
each one of us wed to the climax.
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