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an ode to Molly Crabapple

i lingered in the back room
where you sat with little interest
watching the rest of the show.

and all the while,
you knew what we knew;
those other girls,
they didn't have a chance.

you let your robe fall open,
and your naked body was like
new fallen snow
on filthy Brooklyn streets.

your smile told me
you did this for all the boys,
but your eyes said
it was just for me.