hung on walls with darts, like hockey cards
we traded body parts, dog-eared our hearts in the dark
in the early morning our strategic clothes
grew out of the hardwood floor like flowers from the earth
we blamed booze for shared secrets and felt guilt for five days
until the next weekend arrived
when we chose clothes again
to go to hear the same thump-thump
in the same lighting that made us feel good
lose ourselves in the present
running from our pasts
ignoring our futures
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