wrong time to look up

I look at the television

and I see a woman I know

a fellow actor with whom

I shared an on-screen kiss

 

a Tim Horton’s commercial

son of a bitch

my lips touched hers

and now she’s on television

 

I’m in a bar

watching her

such is the life

I suppose

 

I return to my drink

a bitter blanket to curl up in

and nurse my bruised ego

shit, there goes my good mood

 

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