you should hate her.

she is everything you should be against;
everything you were brought up to hate
(& she does nothing with reason) but
you kind of like it when things go sour
(these things are better when they’re wrong)

she likes to break into cars just to move
around the junk inside - that’s how you
met; you saw her and you knew you had to
have her at any cost (you paid fully for the
repairs) - yet, she will only steal from large
department stores

(it doesn’t make sense to you, but you
like it that way)

she smokes only after sex, but then
she chain smokes for hours and by
morning the stench of burnt poison
permeates everything in the room

& you pretend to hate it (your father
died from second hand smoke, your
mother from .vice) but
after she leaves you go out to the old
high school: to the cruddy old stairs
where kids pretend to be cool &

you pick up the discarded butts; you
light up