that summer my hair was six different colors
you told me you had found another
person you wanted to call your lover
but still found your way beneath my covers

i bet you still spend all your nights
with milwaukee's finest, pounding back pints
the recycling bin filled with the only blue ribbons
you've earned your whole life

the entire bathtub soaked in bleach
but my skin still won't come clean
tainted in the spots you've touched
scrub and scrub, raw, bleeding, and rough

cover it up under another's design
pretend there's nothing left to hide
like the space where your stomach curved
around my spine
or the place where your hips slipped
and fit into mine

you'll do your best not to get drunk and call me
i'll do my best not to answer

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