Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I.O.U.

I.O.U.
she came out to drink
and sulk
about the man who’d broken her heart
ruined her life
and the friends
who weren’t acting up to par
who weren’t there when needed
only there
when they were in need
and when she left
in the morning
it was in a bad mood
and with a bad hangover
and the quiet knowledge
that she owed money or favors
to all the hotdog vendors in town

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