sleeps, i stare at her dress
on the floor,
a yellow puddle
in the morning light.
it's the dress
i complimented her
on when
she came
through the door.
she didn't even
bother to fold it on
a chair,
or take a hanger
and hang it in the closet.
she just threw it there
before we climbed
into bed.
i don't know if i can
live with someone
like that.
we'll see what happens
on date
four.
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