Lies Can Only Do the Mile in Twelve Something

He didn’t read it
she tells me.

You’re an idiot.

The ash on her
cigarette has grown
long and she
doesn’t notice
it’s going
to
drop.

Never mind
the ash
or the note.

At thirty-four
I can run
the mile
in ten minutes
and a bit
of loose
change.


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