You still made me feel cheap,
even in that 700 dollar suit.
Your voice and its wool chafe
rubbed me raw.
I couldn’t breath.
You were talking to him
and my tie was too tight.
Ha, a sixty dollar noose.
Your body like a vase
cramped in red,
me bundled up in a Johnny Walker Black,
melting my liver, sogging my napkin.
Fuck this, the taxi home is cheaper.