Yesterday She Loved Me But That Was Yesterday.

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She formed posture to that of a question mark.
A wink representing where
“Why”
Took pleasure in the indulgence of certainty.

Bending to the will of patterned activity,
I censored our touching lips.
Believing a kiss intensified by ethanol
To be a study in nihilism.

No. No. No.

There was no fucking of mushy organs.

She just didn’t want to sleep alone.

And in the morning halitosis greeted us
In the dawn-light styled after the vomit
That stained our goodbyes.

I relive our night together
Each time a sitcom actor dies
And the producers replace them
With a stand-in.

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