rings. On the far end
of the line, an extremely
high-
sounding girl inquires
if I’d like some company.
“Leah. I told you to leave
me the hell alone.” I
gear
up to say something much
stronger when I notice
the mic is on. Just perfect.
Good thing the music’s loud.
“Go
away,” I tell her, mic muted.
How many ways are there
to say no, anyway?
I’VE TOLD HER NO
At least a
dozen times
in the last three weeks.
No.
I don’t want to see her,
even if I am single right now.
No.
I don’t want to smoke up
with her. Sort of trying to quit.
No.
I don’t want sex with her,
not even no-strings-attached sex.
Now