The Third Wheel
The groans
the pleading
the begging
The dirty
The sounds I hear
as the third wheel
Here I am
alone
downstairs
writing
give it to that whore
give it to her
misguided
I hear it all
I hear it
pathetically
I hear it as
the third wheel
I spin
You travel
I'm carrying it all
Please let this be a short trip
before my impatience
unravels
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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