Literature
4.8.1970
Me, I say,
I think I've fallen in love with you.
And him, he says,
That's it? That's the big important thing you had to tell me?
Yes.
I say,
Yes, it fucking is.
He shrugs and does that thing he does where he lights a cigarette, cocks his head to the side, narrows his eyes and says,
Yeah?
And me, I do that thing where I respond to that thing he does and I say,
Yeah.
He straightens up, flicks the ash off onto my floor. He rolls his shoulders up in a shrug that looks like it's in slow motion when you're focused on his tongue between his teeth. Absently, I say,
I'm not sure what to do about it.
He finally looks at me, full on.
She