Smallie

He comes home every night

with other women’s smell on his skin

with other girls’ laughter in his eyes

He shrugs it off

it’s nothing he says

a stress reliever, a way to pass the time

while he thinks of me.

I look at his hands while he talks

because they at least don’t lie.

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