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I'm not sure about you.
Perhaps it's your hair
or your opinions on my poetry.
You say that I hate women
well let me tell you, babe,
I think you and your species are ace.
That's right - ace.

I'm not sure about you.
I saw you at that gig the other day
and you seemed to be enjoying self
which is a big give away.
Those who really enjoy themselves
have faces like bowls of fruit.

Last night, I ate Summer Fruit Cheesecake before bed
and dreamt of you in the passenger seat
and us driving on the wrong side of an alcoholic's tongue,
clearing his thin teeth that were rotting like apple cores
and out into his kitchen which was pretty clean
except for a few empty bottles of Valpolicella.
And we survived, my dear, and there was no blood
or screaming or what happened to my face.