she
was happy where she grew up
it
struck her that they wouldnt ever be happy felt shortthrifted no matter
they
thought idiots they could have their way with hershe would be grateful
they struck
her as more serious than a cemetery
she
was happy where she grew up
it
struck her that they wouldnt ever be happy felt shortthrifted no matter
they
thought idiots they could have their way with hershe would be grateful
they struck
her as more serious than a cemetery
she was right therebeside
him taskmaster first Ifya
like we can figure it out.
An idiom.
he was looking at the
ceilingblinked rolled onto his elbow to
face her Yes beautiful an idiom I coud swear some mornings you wakeseems you had your morning coffee wayway ahead of the game
she smiled mischievously Sometimes feels that way. bunched
her nose
they laughed they tickled themselves
What were you thinking?
You’d recall if you had before.
Yes.
What was it?
I mean . . he ought to provide
for him.
I think everyone enjoys having
more.
Thas an interesting perception
Do you disagree?
I won’t.
No Ya wont
You’re referring to the IQ Test?
Fuckin brilliant though your Richard Feynman certainly turned
it on its headdidnt he Scored onehunredtwentyfour
Wha
does tha say about your beloved test
Ohno no no Continue I aint deducingthis is your little bundle of joy Two things
Name one an two
terrible to have to provoke him
to answer simply
Try as you may.
It is.
Alright.
Im glad we agree
Yes.
Not precisely.
Were clear
I heard you.
What are you talking about?
I thought you said you were interested in her She liked your resume ya liked hers
Yeah, that’s how online dating
works.
Its not supposed to remain online
Remain online, how do you mean?
Skyping Facetime Snapchatwhaever
the fuck not my bowl of Cheerios
I text, email, call.
Courageous?
Ya familiar with add-on gymnastics trampolineTramp how fuckin apropos
Now you’re really losing me.
Jesusya brought up Sally Up
Sally Down pushup exercise to her
Yes.
Just yes
Yes.
his undressed window faced east
tilting his head left he watched
a graysilver rain siftsaw individual drops like particles of sand in a turned hour glass
she wiggled up against his ribs
her head to his armpitnestled on his shoulder
Good morning he smiled lazily at her
What are you smiling at?
You
I humour you?
A wee bit
A wee bit? You didn’t pay any attention to me last night.
I was yes.
Yes I just wanted to take inabsorb
the sounds the rain through the atmosphere
trees tickledwheezing rain gurglingplaying in the fold of the gutter its gaspfreefalling
through the downspout clattering inside the abruptelbow the maniac diversion onto the splash stone rushing into the grass mud mire
It was nice. I was attracted too.
I thought you were I felt you across my chest my bellyyour warm
touch
I wanted you to know I was there
if you wished
My wish is your command he
chuckled
I think early
Did you want to lay a while
longer?
You plotting something
No If I am later tonighta rain check
she barkedlaughed Rain check?
Cleverhuh
she nestled a bit closer Too clever for your own goodfunny man.
he snatched sweatpants from the old
horse trough he used as a nightstand folded inside it where a tshirt socks Jockeys once dressed in his undergarmentshis feet
through the elastic taut at the ankles he stood on the floor pulled them up to
his waist
Every morning, clockwork baby.
they wanted to thrive
not be parasites
but he preferred it spelt semenal keep it in close sexual
a blowtorch heating the heart or at very least close to his
he cleared his throat What are you talking about?
You make love tohave sex with a
woman over fortyfour
Yes.
Mebbe to freshen up a bit yacoud mebbe yacoud start with my mind
Stop. she giggledthen
laughed hadnt let go of his leg
Feels wonderful
Would you stop?
You think I can control this
he met herrolled to a stop
at her feet straddling one her ankles
You could have hurt yourself.
Only hurt here is if you don show tonight he handed her a card printed with the dorm address
Can I say Im really enjoying you
Ohmy . . there you have ityou’ve
said . . I’m happy you did.
Yes.
If I letya have a shot at reading
my palm mebbe laterthen woudya try reading my mind
Death destruction, pretty
dark stuff.
There ought to be the opposite of a cloud with a silver lining Cant have oneseems to me without the other
Can’t say I’ve considered that.
Logic in that Or you could hire someonelet them clean it
up.