grab snatch twitch pull break
you are a fragment of tissue. all this can
amount to is your hands
jerking away from my skin when you
realize]
on the subway, i pick my nails and
you don't talk. which is fine.
i say lines from movies that i've heard
lines from songs
that have melted into my subconscious
and you just
fucking look at me
you say aren't you getting off here?
i say this is your stop, not mine.
i flick a piece of chipped nail polish
off my lap. you just look. i say goodbye.
goodbye!
perversion. infidelity. and every
thing that doesn't matter to any
one i have seen here yet
have flipped their shades down
over
their eyes, and have stolen my
trench coat and dyed their
hair blonde
and are shuffling around taking
drags from my cigarettes
standing in my shoes
speaking lines from movies
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