I don’t know. Not much. But there’s
still a little glass. We can sell it…
Lockbox. I spring from bed, rush
to its hiding place, line up the numbers
on the lock. One hundred sixteen dollars.
Trey is still talking. We just have to stay
out of it until we make our money back.
Stay out of what? Oh, the stash. Right.
We’re so very good at that. I sit back
in the chair beneath the window, stare
at the same stars in the same night sky.
Inside, everything is different. Again.
I Still Love Trey
But I can’t trust him,
and so the love feels
different.
I still love Hunter,
but know he’s better
off away from me,
and so the love is
distant.
I still love Brad, in
some warped way,
even though I was
discarded,
used then tossed
aside, like a once-
favorite toy,
outgrown.
Funny, but I still love