poor Tanya.
still nothing goes the way you plan it.
call me again from Fresno.
warn me that you’re returning
and that you don’t want to see me,
talk to me, hear from me
be cause I called your ex-boyfriend
[my friend]
after we fucked drunk
and I felt badly.
what were you using me for?
when were you going to tell him?
I’ve watched you use him for 3 years.
after you could no longer use each other
(he got tired of you like he was going to)
and you came to Santa Barbara
to get even by screwing a close friend of his,
I messed up your plan, didn’t I.
you were going to keep it as a nasty souvenier;
something to cherish as a little secret
and maybe mention in passing
just in case he was doing the same thing
to guard against you.
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