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they had a warrant out for my arrest

“what’s your name? where’s your identification”

i was half naked so they didn’t come inside,

figuring they’d caught me mid-fuck

they were right

coitus interruptus LAPD is a drag

i showed ’em alias #3

they said “oh, well where is she?”

i said, “man, she was staying here, but she

hooked up with some niggah and split”

“ok. ok.”

they left

i went back into the bedroom

you were naked and still hungry, curious

“what was that all about”

“nothing”

i laughed, took off the rag i was wearing

eased into the sheets next to you

we started fucking again

but things had changed