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it is a nearly unconquerable thing to not go back to what is bad for you when you like it. i am owed an apology and i’d like an explanation. what i get instead is the purse of your lips around a smile; a smile i have to blame on the drink in your hand because otherwise it spells disaster all over again.
all over again i’m back in your car, your arm against mine on the freeway. all over again we’re arguing about something that will be important later. right now the argument is silly and inconsequential. right now the sunroof is open and you ask me to spend the night. in the real world you offer me a shot. in the real world i say no to sharing a cigarette and i walk home drunk under the sweet, cold night.