Well, just feel it out. But she’s welcome.
Anytime.
OK, I say, smiling.I’ll see.
I try not to be early
to Lyric’s
but I fail
and walk up the apartment steps
five minutes before seven.
I hate being late.
I hit the buzzer
and a few seconds later
she throws open the door.
Immediately, I’m hit
with the fresh scent of body wash and lotion.
I notice
that instead of the amazing blue lip she had on earlier
Lyric’s face is dewy clean
slightly flushed, her lips
pink and plump with just a little gloss on them.
Sorry—I can wait if you still need—
I blurt out.
No, no. Come in.
I just got out of the shower
and, uh, yeah, I was trying
to just clean up a little bit.
Grammy! Juniper is here,
she yells over her shoulder then.
Oh, I don’t care about mess,
I say, stepping inside.
Yeah, but I do.
