to bring his lips close to my
ear. Careful driving home. I
want you all in one piece.
He Wants Me
All in one piece.
But does that mean
he wants me?
I take the stairs slowly,
head turning cartwheels.
It’s been so long
since anyone has
wanted me.
At the bottom of the stairs,
I turn to look over my shoulder.
I want to believe
that he wants me.
But it’s impossible.
Trey’s backlit silhouette
is still in the doorway.
Maybe it isn’t
impossible. Only
highly unlikely.
He raises a hand, waves
a good-bye. Closes the door.
I never used to
second-guess
myself. What’s up?
The porch light winks out.
Is Trey staying the night?
Well, of course he is.