to steady her
and she didn’t pull away.
How for a few seconds
I lost all function
and words and
sense of reality.
How being close to her
feels like thousands of fireflies
glimmering in the dark caverns
of my chest.
And now here I am
the ball in her court
a pathetic mess—waiting
for her to text me.
I should just end this now.
I sit up
grab my phone
but before I can get a word typed out
I freeze
registering for the first time
that there is yelling
coming from the kitchen.
Are you fucking kidding me, Mara?
Mama Alice’s voice is
metal scraping metal in my ears.
Don’t talk to me like I’m one of your students
go all condescending and professor on me.
We discussed this.
I need to feel like we’re having a conversation
and not like you’re just talking down to me
