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Feb 2019
Enormous
fake *****.

she thinks
she walks
on water,

no wait
it is wine
cheap at
that.

I see
her buy
it sometimes
at 6 in the
morning
at the
local
supermarket,

when
she thinks
no one
else can
see.

and she
always
pulls me
aside gives
me a sloppy
kiss on
my cheek.

and then
proceeds
to tell me
her latest
personal
fiasco.

or about
this current
lover or
that and
how he isn't
quite
right. and
he never
calls her back,


or that
he is
so inadequate
in bed.
it almost
puts her to
sleep.



She is

a woman

running on

empty.

Today I
woke
up it was

5:45 a.m.
and I didn't
want to
stir from
bed.


didn't need
my trix
cereal fix
that bad.


I said
to myself.

didn't want
to go
to the
supermarket

just to
see if
she was

dead.
Written by
Napolis  66/M/california
(66/M/california)   
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