The Repentant

I don't think she caught me
inhaling her perfume
in the theater
with our feet up.

After the film
she asked why I gave
that kid in the parking lot
five bucks
for gas money
when he said he wanted to get home
though we both knew it was for heroin.
"He'd mentioned Matamoras,"
I claimed.

Maybe she caught me.
Home is a relative term.

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