You don't turn the world, though
you spun mine for awhile, and
I thought everything would stop
without you. I've never been happier
to be wrong. I've got my own swerve
and swivel, and it's hard enough to control
my own crazy curves without worrying
about the jerks and jags of your
hillbilly heroin highs and lows.
There's even a handsome hand in mine,
so unlike yours: steady, ready, and never
reaching for my wallet.
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