Labor Day

She told me she wasn’t going to drink
for the next three hours
and smoke weed for two.
She said she wouldn’t have sex with strangers
until Labor Day
“But maybe it was last Labor Day,” she winked.
She told me she had daddy issues
and momma issues
and old dirty “uncle” issues.

She was a problem child
she told me
and she was gonna get past that,
barring any unfortunate setbacks.

I asked myself
what I could do
to become a setback.
She couldn’t tell me
as her tongue was firmly ensconced
between the bartender’s teeth.

“Next week,” I told myself,
walking out,
“or maybe after Labor Day…”

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