something else with Adam.
Sneaked out after dinner
for a smoke
and a taste of tongue.
Sunday
Met Adam at the bowling alley.
Somehow the Place Looked Different
What had changed?
It was still a run-down bowling
alley in a bad part
of town.
I had changed.
Somehow I didn’t care about
other people’s
obsessions.
I was obsessed.
Somehow I didn’t care about
public make-out
sessions.
I plotted make-out sessions.
Somehow I didn’t care about
women, stealing other
women’s boyfriends.
Had I stolen someone’s boyfriend?
Somehow I didn’t care about
back-room parties.
It was my turn. I’d been invited.
Choices, Choices
Life is full of
choices