Turning the Gaze
a pair
we were
a whore
and a drunk
I was barely old enough
for the bars
and you could've been
my teen mom
but we had the world
by the shorthairs
from our perch
we shit
on all their heads
and laughed
our eyes saw clearly
their chips
and cracks
where
and how
they'd stumbled
then, one day
we each turned our gaze
upon the other
and the sun
blazed
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