Evening Commute

When you say smutty
My little kitten
There is little to be said
More to be done
And yet you are not moving
You pretend to be at war
Some creatures leave marks
But you, kitty
You are marginal
And leaving me is not sorrow
It feels normal
Ordinary
As I suppose I look to you right now
Riding the train home
With sunglasses covering my eyes
So I don't have to be ashamed
At how little I care about
And how much I want explained
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3.28.13
Evening Dispatch