When you’re smoking on the balcony at night,
longing for her feline tongue on your fingers,
keep the top of the parking garage in sight.
Forego the codeine and forego the knife,
even if the scent of his chlorine skin lingers.
Keep the top of the parking garage in sight.
This is the realest moment of your life–
denying yourself daydreams of touching her
when you’re smoking on the balcony at night.
Imagine the books, the screenplay you’ll write
about the damned lust, the heavy teenage drinkers.
Keep the top of the parking garage in sight.
Keep reminding yourself the end is not nigh–
even if your once-bright future with her looks dimmer
when you’re smoking on the balcony at night.
As you blow smoke into the grey-orange light,
don’t forget he was always a horrific singer.
When you’re smoking on the balcony at night,
keep the top of the parking garage in sight.
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