Detach

I don't think I'm in love; I'm in an episode

Gets me so poetic

Maims my mind

I've been lonely

And it hits me so hard

I'm done babbling, and Myla's infected by the dirty air

She says

"You know that on Sundays they play Love Will Tear Us Apart over at mainline?"

"Yeah"

I'm clearly drunk, but I'm going to get myself into the club

Hours pass

Like the rain beads drip in through the sunroof of our 3AM taxi

As my better pieces detach

"Oh, honey, I need attachable keys" she says

Catching her dress on the latch of her window

Then "I'm no sadist, but your spirit's fun to bend"

Myla's étude is "am I a beast or a beauty?"

"You are the best ex-Soviet lesbian I ever met" I reply

It's not enough