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Sonnets From Other Lives: Lissa

You know you didn't used to be like this--
the evasiveness--the fugitive eye contact.
You used to put some effort in a kiss.
Now it's like negotiating a contract.
So, Party of the First Part, tell me what
brings us to this tabled conversation?
Why do I sense we came to celebrate
the tragic end of your infatuation?
This wine is crap.  But you know I can see
why you'd pick this bistro for a break-up.
The quiet pretension does discourage scenes.
Shit. This night's a fucking waste of make-up.
I can't eat this. Everything is cold.
I was all in, but now you win.
I fold.