We were the French club dropouts, but we never got excused from class. The secretary must have been high to turn a blind eye on us sneaking out back. Then we were pregnant on the balcony and you caught me with a cigarette. I never put the thing to my lips, just crushed it and spit on where I laid it to rest. I was the best at being second place but now I’m just the runner up at being the second one you think of every day before you go back to one. We were the law school rejects, so we quarreled at the bar instead. Shot out in four words or less: you want a jail, you want a mess. You have the right to drink less. Then we were floating on a balcony and I fell into a trampoline. I never should’ve looked for a hand from an invisible pushmi-pullyu pushing on me. I was the best at being second place but now I’m just the silver you dread, and only in the shape of a bullet am I ever the shape you see when you wake up dead. So will you cauterize the bleeding or bastardize the meaning? I’m the one worth seeing as a waif, a friend. I guess that’s the extent. More than assisted when you cut inside the paper to project it from the lighthouse and eject it out into the void. Oh, I was the best at being second place.
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