“VICTIMS” 19 Dec 91

The art of subtle conversation,
well. All art is wasted on you
I scrawled my love
on toilet wall
but you never went to the Mens
with anyone who cared for you
a memory of beauty
everything we believed in

has been destroyed
and then she walks
and tries to wash him
out of her hair
tries to wash out
the stains on the memory
“the best things in life”
and you were always free

did you really expect me
to be that naive?

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