i’m
such an extreme loner
i
prefer to take care of my own boner
but
i wake to the feel of her hand
my
eyes find hers and she teases,
“hey,
i found it like this”
i
move closer for a kiss
and
it’s an hour before
our
first cup of coffee
it’s
four o’clock
hours
before dark
she
is out of the shower
dressed
with her hair pulled back
i
offer to make her a drink
“really?”
is all she says
“i
just thought…” i start then stop
“yeah,
i notice you think a lot”
she
finds where i scribbled on stationary
and
reads aloud,
“epitaph
of a fool
a
president’s wet dream
sacrificed
for the team
college,
career, carpool”
“o.k.
jim morrison.” she smirks
“shut
up”
she
takes my hand
leads
the way
we
pass several cafes
where
we could have eaten
end
up at a bar
where
we order food and drink
then
leaves me alone to think
as
she logs onto the bar’s
public
laptop
and
starts reading my blog
after
a while she takes a pause,
“an
existential physicist?”
“it
doesn’t exist” i tell her
“but
then again neither do i”
she
rolls her eyes
and
goes back to reading
leaving
me exposed and bleeding
finally
finished she asks,
“when
do you write these?”
“usually
while it is happening”
“are
you writing right now?”
she
asks with a laugh
“yes,
it’s all in my head
by
the time i blog
they
are memories”
“mmmm”
she contemplates
then
says,
“pay
the tab
i
will help you with the ending”
she
takes me to the back alley
undoes
my pants
turns
lifts
her skirt
leans
placing
her hands on brick
it’s
been awhile since one of my blog entries
had
a happy ending
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