Lil’ Slice Of Strife

the new
girlfriend

stands
behind me

chatting with
mutual friend.

phasing out, I

make small talk
[with some boy
to take home,
and throw out
later that night]

there isn’t a
man romper
big enough
for him
,”

they joked.

i turned &
[loadedly]
question,

“who?”

our friend
[pity-eyed]
stutters
your name

like one
hesitated
glance
can tattle,

“I know
your story,”

[remorsefully]
for even
the mention

of that
name to me.
[in current
company]

oh,”

i exhaled out
looking at her,

back to him,

and turned round’.

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