to ask the girl in the
hat worn to seem mysterious
if she likes bebop
it's too late i caught a glimpse
of what she likes to fill her
cup up with & it's making me consider finally cleaning
my room
i don't have a plan
for if i find out the person she looked
up to was a whore
reminders of my fear of pissing in toilets
with shit in it already
we should meet somewhere in the dark
so i don't have
to worry about her going home
because i wore the wrong shoes
or maybe i should stay right here
and pretend i still enjoy
this coffee and how well it goes with my last few cigarettes
i wish i could just ask her if i can only love her without having to
introduce myself
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