Spare a Thought

By | 1 February 2016

I thought it was raining. I said on the phone oh god
it’s my face and an involuntary avalanche of motion
called him and he picked up. But it fell into place.

I was shaky at the beginning. At that moment I got a text
and couldn’t cooperatively countenance my ex, understand?
I felt that he was going too deeply into dark knowledge.

I drove the route of the night thought, yes. You are right
about all things. When I make my way to the bus stop as usual
you are a doctor and I should feel and act. I swore

I would repeat that mistake. At that moment I got a text
inviting me explicitly to step behind bars. It’s last drinks
for wouldn’t you know. I spare a thought, don’t go.

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