I am the last one
You pull close
to your sweaty body to say
thanks for coming out on a Sunday night
and you hold on to me
a little too long. There is a woman
standing nearby who you have failed
to introduce as your new girlfriend.
But we all know that’s who she is.
She is watching you press your body
against mine and she sees my face,
happy and loved, and she isn’t reacting.
We finally draw back and you say we will
talk tomorrow and all of us leave you
behind with her. I get in the car
and smell your spice everywhere all the way home.
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