Don't read if your own genitalia makes you squirm.

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A Slow Decline from Sobriety into Southern Accents

You would often gut our silence
and throw it in my face,
as though I didn't feel awkward
blowing smoke up into the too-slow ceiling fan
ripping my head back down to stare at my feet.

--Made me feel terrible for not fucking you.

In the car ride back from Atlantic City
I wanted to laugh hard at your angry nose,
not daring to unhinge its dominance over the road.
Did you still think you were right?
(By the way, your music sucks.)

I guess I thought about it some,
and I haven't felt bad in a long while.
You knew I was no good
and my pussy wasn't yours,
or his
or his
or his...

It's not despicable, honey.
Don't matter how many people I fuck--
I still ain't no goddamned slut.