Getting carried away in statements
not thought through. I thought you
knew, she said to him while picking up
dish towels off the kitchen floor.
It was never like this before, but they’re
stuck here, and in here the lights go off
at dusk whether they like it or not.
The roots in their gums twist like
worms in the dirt and start to rot.
I once forgot what I was chasing after.
Unlike a grappling hook precisely thrown
and wrapped around the rafters.
It’s hard not to think about all
the choices that I didn’t make.
Like the drugs and chances that I didn’t take.
She laughs at all the jokes,
but all the laughs are fake.

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