Men are the worst
I almost text her
But wait maybe this is penance
For being such a shitty human being
Hey, beautiful – I’d love to buy you dinner
When I’m in town
On the 18th
He texts, and my heart glows neon
that maybe we’ll spark
And that week I steel myself
For what I know will be
come
Another disappointment
Because look at me
I tell my therapist
The gritty brown stuff at the end of a fluorescent tube
that’s almost used up
And on Friday, all day, I hope
But I’m still a bitch at work
Or am I – try to remember being authoritative before
Yes, I am just…
strong.
“I assume this isn’t happening”
“I got in late, I’m sorry, how does tomorrow work for you?”
“Great!” I say, with hope sublimating into the upper atmosphere
So he doesn’t come
Or acknowledge the slight
So I go to My Neighbor Felix
Where the power is out – sorry. We’ll get you that burrito to go.
Here are some marg chips for your trouble.
“I got free margaritas!”
I almost text her
