get a redhead call
a brunette email
a quarter blond text
all implying that i'm sure to fail

i've become a bathroom mirror
in a crowd of flirts
i linger, i smile, i make a bad joke
promise to love her, but i know i won't

the one-way aimless chatter
eats at me until i grow thin
let my back fold in silence
return to you without word of where i've been