We don’t meet for another year.
Pissy needs. Sitting, eating,
can’t sleep, more phones. I
bought this to meet you with.
One, he practically dismisses me.
Two, he spends all these
“extra hours” with “friends” –
we get contentious. He
jumps me for being wishy-
washy and ending
conversations with
“nevermind!” I agree
it’s sexy to jump and
promise to sleep okay
after the suicide bomb.
