He blinks once.
I blink next.
“Watch myboy fuckin’sing his heart out,”
I save myself, like a fucking boss.
“Madonn’…”he breathes,
a slow rising smile, a shake of his head.
Then he laughs, a quiet wrecked laugh,
his arms falling to his sides.
I turn on my heel
and start walking without him.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
I was just about to sayboyfriend.
Almost slipped out. Like a two inch dick.
I walk in the direction he was pointing.
Spot the neon sign across the street.
House of Vice in purple neon.
I step off the curb?—
Then get snatched back in the air
before my foot touches ground.
Just as a bus slices the curb.
Where I was supposed to be.
My back slams against his chest,
knocks the wind out of me.
Then my feet hit concrete again.
Both of his arms crush me against him.
My heart’s ramming my bones.
His heart's pounding against my back,
hard and fast.
