and I was in the backyard with the dog
smoking a cigarette
when she came out
at this point, I was, you know, engaged
and I watched her do what I'd seen her do
to a million guys before
laughing too much at the things I said
things that were more true than funny.
and I watched her position herself
against the chain-link fence
in an attempt to come off as sexy
but her desperation was a smell I knew too well
and it shone through her eyes like hunger does in a stray cat
making me feel almost sorry for her.
my responses were course and dry
and she wasn't used to not getting what she wanted
but she wasn't gonna get it from me.
and this was years before I knew you
and years before you knew him
and years before all these lives would wind up propping against each others
the way they always do when you're from a small town.
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