that happened last night.
I was with Trey, slept here
with Trey, confessed to Trey
that I love him. And Trey told
me he loves me, too. Me and
Maryann Murphy. Trey loves
me. Trey! Where is he, anyway?
Beside me, the bed is empty.
I’d say it must have all
been a dream, but this
is most definitely not
my bedroom. Suddenly
I notice, in the adjacent
room, the sound of a shower.
I could definitely use one too.
I rouse myself, climb naked
from bed, and am already
through the bathroom door
when it occurs to me it might
not be Trey in the shower.
I take a quick peek. It’s Trey,
all right, in all his soapy glory.
“Morning. Mind if I join
you? I’ll wash your back.”
Trey invites me to share
the hot water and after
I wash his back, he says,
Turnaround’s fair play. He
washes more than my back.
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