Leatherette booth
and a sugar-stained smile
My blood feels chalky tonight
in this familiar place
with its smoke and glare
All my history comes flooding back
and my dinner partner inhales
Possibly this story will stay unsoiled
but for the record
I gave everything
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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