Excuse my informality, but dinner will be canceled as I’ve not left the bathroom floor
which, yes, needs to be cleaned. I see that
now, but our tables touch, and our lips have not in eleven days,
which is a number I use quite often despite it rarely being true. This is called a lie,
and they are smooth as matte red lips, both of which come easily.
Burning coils beneath my feet now, the distance between our tongues. As expected,
I just need a moment of silence
for fuck’s sake.
You should call your mother or go alone,
but do remember that Riverside is closed. Horrible about Miss Denise —
88 is a nice round number the girls say. I swear I heard them
talking about me again in the darkness of yesterday, my band name if you’re wondering.
And I don’t believe in innocence because I’ve never seen it, and I may have ruined them,
but I couldn’t hear that part. It’s possible I didn’t take advantage of my high school years.