When I try to protest
he pays anyway
then puts his hand on my arm
possesively.
His hands are hard.
I tell him
I eat noodles all the time
with my boyfriend.
He smiles a lot
and tells me 'anything
for you.'
I say, you probably say that
to all the girls.
I ask him about his children.
I ask him his wife's name.
I say I eat noodles all the time
with my boyfriend.
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Yucky. Awkward. What a shit.
It was awkward.
When I first read your comment I thought 'yucky' was for the poem.
It wasn't for the poem. Was it?
NO. Yucky man. Yucky yucky man.
ah. good. :)
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