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The woman that I used to look for everywhere

Is now


In the kitchen


About how cold it is in this house.

She wears a pair of my old sweatpants,

And half of a T-shirt

And tells me

To turn up the heat.

I used to hope I would run into her,

But now

I know

She is on the couch

With my dog laying on her lap,

As he and she

Take another nap.

I still look for her when I am out,

And I’m not sure


I know she is at home,

Editing photos and getting high.

But still,

I look for her

Everywhere I go.

She walks upstairs,

To my part of the house,

Drops off some orange chicken,

And says,

‘I hate this. You eat it.’

Yes ma’am,

I sure as shit will eat it;

And I’ll try to write something about you

That isn’t complete shit.


You still

Deserves it.


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