pre-cry
symptoms.
Mickey’s hands come up,
as if to grasp her shoulders.
“Oh God, I’m sorry.
I was looking at you,
but I swear I was talking to him.
You were just—”
She slaps him,
hard enough
to knock the self-righteous mask
clean off his face.
“Logan’s right,” she hisses.
“You are a douche.”
Jim Morrison died in the bathtub.
They buried him in Paris,
but some people think he’s still alive,
just like Elvis.
That he’d had enough
of this bogus life
and decided to get
a brand-new one.
My brother and I
catch up to Krista near the
entrance to the Jolly Roger Amusement Park.
She’s wiping away the tears
with her fists,
as if she can pummel her sadness
into submission.
“I’m sorry,” Mickey says