unhinged even after all this time
you couldnt hide that
you grew up in texas

sometimes i still miss
the way you talk
my ear remembers it
and throws it at me at strange times

the photographic_memory
of you leaning over the bar
to tell me
you wished you were fucking me
you thought it was too noisy
for the biker sitting next to me to hear

he gave me a once over
he gave you a once over
he raised an eyebrow

for some reason
the vulgarity of the situation
didnt bother me
your twang charmed it all away
what's it to you?
who go