May 17, 2011

“I was just going to ask
you to leave,” was the answer

to whether or not he was getting
kicked out. Fair enough. Pack

in that computer, and don’t let
her see the t-shirt & boxers; boy

how pretentious is he? assuming
he could stay. There was a wish

somewhere among all this, that
it would just start pouring, sleeting
even.

Then, maybe, (no touching though,
seriously) he could have just begged

to sleep on the couch.

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