the jersey girl
liked her scotch.
she was skinny,
her green dress would
hang on her
straight down
like drapery.
it matched her eyes.
after a few drinks,
she'd tell you
about the bad husband
the bad boyfriend,
the bad breaks
that wouldn't stop coming.
then she'd open
her mouth wide
and show you a molar
in the back of her mouth that
that was made of gold.
did I ever show you
that she'd say.
to which i'd say no.
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