love was never easy
but looking back it was so much easier
then it is now
sluts in bars
and coked out mirrors
blood and roses
into the shimmering black abyss of
nothing
I rode like a white knight
writing words on napkins
to Mount Holyhoke girls
who loved the attention
while we drank bottle after bottle
of cheap wine
defiant in the american night
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