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Date Posted: 18:19:32 04/16/00 Sun
Author: roopsi
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 149.43.165.225
Subject: last night and many others

I’m caught off-guard by these threats of desertion
though I’m sure I have the strength to call your bluff.

We’re players in uninspiring scenes these days
as we affect accents and play stupid games
like seven-year old girls after school.

I can’t keep up with you
and being swung around by the rope you’re using to strangle yourself
has never appealed to me.

And I can’t turn away
though I need to:
some people call it masochism
but I’m merely confused.

So I take in a breath and remind myself that one day
this will all be over.

I stare straight ahead,
my jaw set firmly
and I don’t take my eyes off the highway.

It isn’t much of a highway,
but the high beams of three oncoming cars make it difficult to see.

Really, it’s harder to look at you
out of the corner of my eye now,
waving the bottle of Southern Comfort
and swearing through tears that you actually like the taste.

And I wonder what I’m doing here,
driving carefully through the dark
with tired eyes that haven’t seen sleep in several days.

You ask me to drive a little faster
because you’d like us to get back to your bed
and the Saranac in the fridge.

Again, I realize I don’t belong here.

It’s nothing new.

I have this thought often.

But once in awhile,
it hits me harder.

And I turn on my high beams,
stare at the asphalt
and hope we reach Hamilton quickly.

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