honey, if i start
talking out of my
head again about love.
just reach over, shake
me silly and give me
a good cold slap
across the cheek. let's
just take that off
the table, off the list
of discussion for about
a hundred years. that
should do it, clear
the air, clear the
smoke out of the room.
and by the way, who
is that slinky friend
of yours, the one in
the black dress
that you were having
lunch with the other day,
single by any chance?
not that i care. nope.
not me.
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