bait and switch

it's a carnival game
that i keep sinking money into
for a prize that's worth
sixty-five cents
you were never really here
at all
but hiding behind
a veil of vodka
manipulating the mirrors
and blowing rings
of smoke

you lose some

the worst part is
you've ruined my black dress
every time i wear it
i'll remember pulling you
into the closet
at your birthday party
and hiking it up
to give you a gift

it wasn't that long ago

too bad i didn't keep the receipt
and you couldn't have one
i feel at least one of us
should have their money
back

The Devil I Know

So it's me and you
again,
talking about
the same old shit,
drinking the same wine
until we're numb enough
to fuck.

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