contribute to the chaos

I give him my tuesday, (his first) and I give him my number. I give him my friday and my local movie theater, a confession on my knees from the passenger seat floor of my own car. I give him my saturday, give myself to him three times and lend him 2 records.

on monday I give him my tentative thursday and he gives me a choice between watching or doing, both at the art museum.

tuesday I give him my preference for firm logistics. tuesday again (later) he takes his thursday back for a second and offers up his evening later then, or later now.

I give him my wednesday and immediately regret it - a sniffle that won’t quit. I want him to perceive me as the girl looking up at him.

I give him my friday on offer and immediately regret it. there’s a class at 5:30. I need to move my body for me.

the class is canceled. I give him my entire friday evening anyway.

he gives me a ride. we decide on seeing, then listening. two beers, one each.

he tells me he had a nice time last saturday. I tell him me too, and that I have to correct myself.

“when I said I don’t fuck people I like, what I meant is I don’t fuck my friends. and I don’t think we’re going to be friends.”

Ralph Gibson

two black coffees

a corona with a lime wedge at the oldest bar in town

a pickle and 5 fries from a friend’s plate

two lozenges