I knew she was bad news
when we met
at Terminal One in Vegas,
but my thinking brain
was in limbic limbo
— strong-armed
by the scent of Cinnabon
and new car smell.
You might say we got lucky.
What are the odds of finding
a chapel open at midnight?
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
I knew she was bad news
when we met
at Terminal One in Vegas,
but my thinking brain
was in limbic limbo
— strong-armed
by the scent of Cinnabon
and new car smell.
You might say we got lucky.
What are the odds of finding
a chapel open at midnight?
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