Fallout (Crank 3)

“I didn’t come here with you

because I want to have sex

with you.” I kiss him again,

feel the heat of his response

beneath me. Still, he asks reasonably,

Why did you come here with me?

A BATTLE BEGINS

Inside me. Head versus

heart. Logic versus emotion.

And every synaptic surge of

logic

is telling me not to let

my mouth spill

the words my heart

insists

are true. Any girl ever

stung in this common

manner would agree

it’s

a bad move to confess

such a strong emotion

so quickly. In fact, it’s

idiocy.

So okay. I’m stupid.

I don’t stop myself,

but rather rush

to say,

“I know I shouldn’t tell

you this, but I wanted to

be with you because …