Pink Lipstick
Tonight I will litter your yard with my cigarette butts.
You’ll see them in the morning and recognize
them by their pink lipsticked filters that once matched
the smudged traces of my lips on your shoulder
and you’ll wish to yourself
that you’d said what you’ve known to be true
to me while I was still there
inhaling and exhaling in time with you
beneath the blanket of your body
instead of inhaling and exhaling
my disregard for you
on your back porch
and continuing to apply
and reapply my pink lipstick
onto the shoulders of another man.
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