She dances in a window,
twisting her hips,
mouthing lyrics to a song
that knocks around a beat like a bad idea.
Her skirt lifts, exposing her pale thighs.
I watch, knowing this will end in disaster.
I’m stirring the brew of a romance
surely to choke on the sweet thrill
that burns with apprehension
as it trickles down your throat.
But I’m the one left with a hangover.

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