Walk of shame. 

It’s almost Halloween.
The neighbors put up those fake spiderwebs
again.
I drop my keys
and get caught up—

How fucking appropriate.
 
As soon as I untangle myself
from your sheets
I get tangled up in these infernal webs.

I’m just.
trying.
to get home.

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The Cost.

You offered me a ride home
so I didn’t have to take a cab.
I thought it was safe because

I knew you
and you dated
her.

You opened the car door like a gentleman—
(I thought)—
and slapped me firmly
on the ass.

I knew it wasn’t fair

but it was fare:
and that’s how I learned that nothing is free.