soup

sunrise
if you’ve got nothing better to do
(perhaps, if you were, say, unemployed),
there’s something almost romantic
about staying up
until the wee hours of the morning.
not romantic, really.
it’s more like an empty romantic gesture
to cover up for an infidelity–
like, instead of feeding starving children in africa,
you buy your unsuspecting girlfriend of seven years
a blood diamond.

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