Hannah Everette Poems

Another man took me out tonight, but his hair was dark.
We made painful small talk in a hotel bar
Before I cut the evening short with an excuse.
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There was a
hair
in
my shower.
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When we come together
it is never to talk of our glory days
(there was glory for some people?
they’re the ones that don’t show up, I guess.)
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'What is this? '
It is my face, though I had not
realized until
you asked.
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at the end of the day
i feel empty.
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