The guy I wanted to call mine
has a girl he calls his.
That's okay.
I guess.
He's looking for a wife
of a type I refuse to be.
I mean,
there's only so much quoted scripture
I can take
before I need a shot
of vodka
of rum
of whiskey
of anything really.
Once he joked
he felt hung over
from staying up too late.
I couldn't bring myself to tell him
how hang overs
really feel.
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