Once he held me close.
Once our lips connected.
Matt was gone.
Away from school.
Away from town.
Away from me.
I almost gave in.
Almost relented.
Almost submitted.
Almost said okay.
But I remembered.
Kyle is a stoner.
Kyle is a player.
Kyle is Matt’s best friend.
I THINK OF THEM BOTH
As I lie in bed, body
asking for sleep
while my brain insists on
flashing
cerebral photographs.
Phffft. Matt and me,
last summer, making
out
like there was no tomorrow.
Love that phrase. Because
without tomorrow,
what’s wrong with
some
spectacular today? Phffft.
Kyle, touching me,