“I brought extra for an after party.
“You can wear them.”
Zit Girl’s digging through her bag.
“I got an oversized tee?—
“Oh! And I got a hoodie!”
Andrew stands there.
Shirt still in his raised fist,
then it lowers slow as I walk away.
29 /LOSING IT
GREG RAPOSO
// 11:21 pm //
Andrew’s kissing Talia again.
Not really.
But my memory makes it feel like present tense.
And my body doesn’t know the difference.
As if they’re still standing there,
stage right,
over his shoulder,
mouth on hers,
like he never pulled away.
I’m trying to focus on anything else.
like the sticky citrus spot behind my ear,
and how each time I turn my head,
a loose strand catches.
But every time I blink,
they’re still there, kissing.
I said it wouldn’t get to me.
I lied.
I’m pierced.
Fucking penetrated.
