Hey, Bree.
His voice dripped
honey and cream,
irresistible poison.
You been avoiding me?
I plead not guilty,
argued spending time
with my dad.
All-night bowling?
He knew too much. I
fumbled for change,
came up short.
No worries. My treat.
He paid for my Pepsi,
asked if he could
walk me back.
I’ll be good. Honest.
Hip brushing hip,
his hand slipped
around my waist.
You on your own today?
Heartbeat bombs
went off in my head.
Spectacular.
Can we talk awhile?
His Mom Was at Work
We went to his apartment, a nice
quiet place to talk awhile.
Mind if I light up?
What could I say? It was his