If you throw him away, I will kill you.
—Allison
P.S. He has a name. It’s Darryl.
Speak to him in song.
// HOUR 68 — 4:41 PM //
Sit on the couch. Stare at the ceiling.
Replay Celie’s voice in my head:
“Would you pick Andrew over Teddy Vale?”
I roll my eyes.
“Teddy writes bridges. Andrew burns them.”
“Teddy sings in falsetto. Andrewmoans.”
“Teddy has never touched my soul
“with hismiddle finger.”
// HOUR 69 — 5:38 PM //
Spin the Teddy Vale record.
Masturbate.
(Thinking about Andrew.)
(And Teddy.)
(And Andrew.)
// HOUR 70 — 6:52 PM //
Google:Can an intense orgasm kill you?
Yes, although rare.
“Shit.”
// HOUR 71 — 7:45 PM //
Sit by the pool with a glass of rosé.
Pick a lit office window and name it.
Floor 12, corner window: Greg.
Assign him a tragic past:
Divorced. Cries while listening to Nickelback.
I’ll text Andrew when Greg goes dark.
