I hate that she thinks sex
is the only thing on my mind.
The last time she went there,
she was taking me back to Darla
and Phil’s, after a long weekend
of not-quite-bonding at her tacky
Vegas apartment. Any news on
the boyfriend front? Getting a little?
Like I’d confide in her if I was.
“Who do you think I am? You?”
Sometimes, I guess, I’m snappish.
But doesn’t she deserve snap?
Her comeback was immediate,
not to mention completely lame.
Summer Lily Kenwood!
Why are you so angry?
“Let’s start with my name.
Like my life is so full of sunshine,
and like you didn’t know how
crappy it would be the day you
named me. And then there’s
you, who chose to go ahead
and have me, even though
you didn’t want me….”
She jerked her piece-of-crap car
over against the curb. Lit a new
cigarette off the one already
irritating my asthma. Shut your
mouth. I did want you. Still want you.
I just don’t have enough resources….