asked me where was i all night.
coming home
at the crack of dawn
with my shirt half
buttoned,
my zipper down.
lipstick
and scratch marks
on my face,
smelling like lavender
and gin.
i look at her and tell her
that i'm
pleading the 5th amendment,
refusing
to answer any questions
that might
incriminate me.
it isn't long before she's
invoking
the 2nd amendment,
opening up
the gun safe,
and asking
me the question once more.
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