Joe

Was the last straw

They used to chain smoke together on her balcony and laugh at the morning dew

Make cocktails in the early evening and talk about the future

I used to watch them and think

Maybe this is it

But he inevitably disappointed her

With his bad cocaine habit

Joblessness

Unreliability

Weight gain

She said no one would play with her like he did

I said better men were everywhere

But she did not believe me

So she took her mango salsa recipe

Homemade curtains

Bread baked from scratch

Her psychology degree

Left me in Los Angeles

And went home to the country

Where disingenuous city boys could not find her

And her friends had more to offer than drowning her bruised, bloody, young heart in whiskey or sitting by the toilet at the end of the night

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