- Non-Erotic Poetry
- West Memphis
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In that nasty parking lot in West Memphis,
the lot attendant tapping on window,
we woke up in the back seat of your car,
sticky, hung over, heads hurting, and
wondering where in the fuck we were.
Heading home, we stopped at a truck stop
and started laughing over our eggs and biscuits.
The drivers wondered who the fuck we were.
Your girlfriend was so mad she couldn't speak.
My boyfriend locked me out of our apartment.
It took me a week to get my shit out of there.
That raw morning carved your name in my heart -
a monument to whatever in the fuck we were.
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