Red paint
Hand shaped
On each other faces
Finger painting one another
to the floor in the playground

That was Mark and me all over

He's an artist, and what an artist he is
An eye for the ladettes
A blank canvas every weekend
after a night out on a bender
Bartenders giving him
their orders
To stop.
'Let's paint the town red'
he said
on bent knee
Ring in one hand
half full promises inside
a half empty beer can
in the other

We're still together, Mark and me
He comes home tipsy from last weekend
or the one before
or
whenever
the last time we saw
each other was
and paints my face
across his hand
and up the wall
like Jackson Pollock
Our hallway smells
of silhouettes and alcohol

That's Mark and me all over

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