examines it,
then drops her head back,
howling out a laugh.
“What the fuck is your chin doin’, Allie?
“And your eyes?
“Yo—why they buggin’ out like that?
“Nah. Get your ass up.
“We doin’ this over. Right now.”
I peel myself off her thighs.
Every muscle protests.
Body heavy.
Heart heavier.
Celie flops back onto the couch,
phone in hand.
“Aight,” she says. “Glance down.
“Like a regular fuckin’ human.
“And stop smilin’ like you just buried a body.”
The flash goes off.
I snatch the phone
and zoom in.
“Alright, alright, Allison Jane,” I mutter,
nodding approval at the screen.
“Mildly fuckable?—
“should I ever fancy a dip in the Penile River.”
I tilt my head, zoom back out.
“Yeah, I'd fuck me... if I didn't know me.”
Celie grins. “See? Before, you deadass looked like a Hills Have Eyes extra finding a camera in the woods.” She shoves me off her lap. “Calm that shit down next time. For real.”
I land crooked, laughing.
She pushes herself off the couch and crosses into the kitchen.
“Fuck it. I’m gonna write and send him a rap,” I say, mind made up, completely serious. “Just so he knows. 'Cause I don’t want him walkin’ around thinkin' I lied. Or played him.”
