Lips like a Cheshire cat’s
I gawked
while you ugly-fucked your guitar
which was always my favorite.
Through a nearsighted lens
we were envied.
We were sharing a beer.
We were laughing together.
And then the show would end.
With your guitar packed up,
our fingers locked in
you pulled me close, like a faulty zipper
just to carefully slide us apart.
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