and cartwheels

without killing herself?)

Those days, Chase came by

to take me home and stop

by the park for a good long

make-out session.

I invited him to share my stash.

He took a snort or two,

but declined

the tinfoil routine.

I let him get away

with it the first time.

On his second refusal,

I asked why not.

He shrugged.

I’ve set boundaries.

I Meant

to analyze

Chase’s limits

that very weekend,

to learn

just how far

I could stretch

him at the edges,

to judge

how wide

I might warp

his self-imposed

morality.

Don’t ask me

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