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her studio apartment
your studio
apartment
was one
of the safest
wombs
i had ever
known.
we played
uno,
and we built
comfortable
shadows
with our voices,
that we played
until dawn.
you made us
snacks,
from a box
of little debbie’s,
and you made
us
tea,
when i ran out
of beer.
you wouldn’t
let me smoke
in your apartment,
so i went
outside,
and counted
the voices
in the alley.
and i left an army
of cigarette
butts,
scattered
around your back
door.
just so
you would
never
forget me.
ok.i do believe we already
know each other, somehow.
here are my offers. do as you please.
urinate on them if you feel so inclined,
or even stab them, that’s what i do.
really though, i don’t give head,
so don’t get any strange ideas. ok?
