{ Tuesday, April 17, 2012 }
Wearing dark circles under my eyes like they're the latest trend
And mulling over what to dwell on next.

Did you hear?
Infidelity is the new black
And it's rolling through town like a freight train.

All of the irony slices through me like a knife,
Yet I let the blade hover for a second too long --
An erogenous guillotine.

"When I said that'd I'd 'return to you,' I meant more like a relapse."
It stings, you know.
When you relapse, and relapse, and relapse.

And relapse.

So I cradle the book
And self-medicate loneliness with Hemingway.


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