Addicted Love Story
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And I didn’t leave Not after those cruel nights you went darkly into the lower- lost Chinatowns of hiding I stayed behind with an itchy pair of pajama pants Clutching the needles we shared Memory of the dusted and clusterfucked apartment… Flustered and damn jim-dandy What happened under our sheets and how long did we let it go… I could crawl next to you w/o being servile, you could ignore me and be just so sweetly you, as the laughing jerk --> Friendly curse on our lover’s bed Descending we’d flirt, as uncertainty floated on above our heads… I in my poet’s chair, goddammit its just a crate, you’d say, and fuck you if you think so Stole two pairs of panties and a bra today, under my clothes stalking into stores and making queries at the salesclerk You sure no one knows?… Quiet, you’re too obvious, they need to think I’m gonna buy it… You are insane, you’d squeeze me nearer as you say Isn’t it funny how some god made us this way When everyone else apologizes and we just turn away?… Well anyway… the story still goes I in my gutter, with black eyes and frozen toes Wonder what gave you back to me the form of true addicts you steady the shake of me in my grimy shirt, stolen pants Tells me wipe your tears, deep-breathe it in, Stop being so dramatic… then I’m calm I wanted you before the trials All showed up in our arms

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