Make It Quick

Woo! Met her at a bar. Neon humming low. Broken ring finger.

Whiskey on the snow. Divorce papers heavy. Tears in her eyes.

Still sleeping with his ghost. Still telling his lies. She said she

wanted healing. Said she wanted new. But every kiss tasted like deja

vu. I said, "No love, baby. I'm just here

for the night." She said, "That's fine." But she held me too tight.

Now, she looks at me cold like a clock on the wall.

No spark in her touch. No fire at all. She rolls her