the dishes always pile up
and the boys always leave
it is like a playlist on repeat
my slippers on the floor and so many
jeans unzipped like
a knife doesn’t hurt when it’s sheathed
a glass of wine is
you in a thousand ways but you’re never
ready to be again
so I write the same poem like it matters
all the lights in the house stay on
the purple is unbearable
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