my old girlfriend drinking
out of the milk
carton one morning.
which she quickly
denied, saying
she was just smelling
it to see if
it was spoiled.
and yet there was
the white mustache
across her upper lip.
a donut in the other
hand, bitten into.
though she swore
she was on a diet.
the first lie, before
many,
leading to an end.
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