THE COLD AIR HITS MY EQUALLY COLD STARE
WATCHING THE UGLY COUPLE WHO DON’T SEE ME THERE.
SHE BERATES HIM FOR SOME COMMENT ABOUT SOME FORGOTTEN PIN UP
HE FIRES BACK ABOUT HER SQUEAKY VOICE
GRATING A HALF DRUNK REMEMBRANCE.
SHE PLAYFULLY TAPS HIS ARM
HE WATCHES A PASSING TEEN BRUSH HAIR FROM HER FACE.
THE WOMAN SIGHS AND GOES BACK TO BERATING
THE MAN IS CHECKING HIS WATCH AND DOING HIS BEST TO LOOK OBLIVIOUS.

I’M ON HIM LIKE A SHOT
SLASHING HIS THROAT JUST TO WATCH HIS EXPRESSION CHANGE.
THE GIRL’S HANDS COME UP TO HER MOUTH
A SCREAMING PIGGY STAGGERING BACKWARDS.
SHE’S SOON MUTED BY MY SUDDEN MOVEMENT
HER HEAD LEAVES HER BODY AND I KICK IT AWAY.
NO MORE ARGUMENTS
NO MORE TRIVIA
JUST TWO BROKEN BODIES
UNDER A CANVAS READING ‘LOVE=WAR’
DAUBED IN THEIR AWIFTLY COOLING BLOOD.
I FEEL MUCH BETTER.

A SHOT, A BEER, A CIGARETTE, REAPPLY LIPSTICK AND THEN HOME.
A DREAMLESS SLEEP.

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