mister.
she used to tell me,
when i listened
to the latest fabrication of where's
she been and with who.
my eyes were like pinballs
in an old bowling alley
machine.
the bells and whistles in my
head going off
as the words poured from
her open mouth.
it wasn't long before,
i hit the sides of my head,
going tilt.
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