wearing a black mask and watching
her boyfriend get arrested
by riot cops.
a year from ten days from now
will be the first time she and i had sex.
one year later, she works at an organic grocery store
and though we still say we are best friends
she gets mad at me a lot
and i am getting tired
of bearing all her dissatisfaction
with the world.
we never dated. you could say we were lovers. maybe.
sometimes i still give her head, when she's wasted
or just really needs it, but i don't even bother
to ask for anything in return.
i don't really want it.
the boyfriend, ex now, though i imagine
they still sleep together occasionally,
is sitting in my living room
reading a novel. all the doors
in the house are open. the air is off.
the day is beautiful.
he and i don't talk much
but we're friendly. i think
maybe we understand each other, finally.
the whole thing is pretty silly
when you think about it.
ha. ha. hah.
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