worth taking away from you.
AND NOW A NEW LABEL
Probably the worst one ever
affixed to me. Not because
of the word. Because of what
it means. To me. To Kyle.
To our tentative today and even
shakier tomorrows, despite
how good it is to be together
again. Despite how good it feels
to be sitting here, close to him,
skin to skin, absorbing his heat
by osmosis. Inhaling the scent
of him. Tasting the salt of him,
whenever we chance taking the time
to kiss. Time being of the essence.
Driving south. Looking over our
shoulders, back at Fresno.
Holding the speed limit, wanting
to go faster but not daring.
He, doing this to be with me, despite
my brand-new label: runaway.
SNEAKING OUT
To meet him was harder than
I expected. Not because of Tanya
and Walter. Because of Simone,
who, for some unfathomable reason,
decided she wanted to bond after all.
That day, after I talked to Kyle,
started planning a little AWOL jaunt,