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MICHAEL A. INTERNICOLA
Everything I Said to You
my life will always be different.
i'll split with my chick and never
speak to her again, never a charity
fuck or a conversation. other guys
will speak to them, fuck them,
get them pregnant and have worse off problems.
the element of hate is always running a close
second to love.
two people in love
with the pillow talk, with the first time,
with the first and last trip to mexico
and then it begins to wiggle
out of place and without much warning
you've got your balls in your drink in place of
ice cubes and you can't remember mexico
or if you've ever even been. you want to
call girls from years ago that wanted to fuck you
but they got better lays now. it goes on like that forever, i think.
so different. one goes from two hundred dollar steak dinners
with the wine and big tip to a bowl of barilla pasta with cold ragu
on a friday night listening to the radio and drinking a glass of water
waiting for your buddy to come home round seven/eight
coked out of his brains just to have some company
but by then you threw in the towel and you know
it's just the way it is when your a man.
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