"I don't remember,"
you start to tell
the crowd
sitting eagerly, waiting for the juicy truth at the dinner table
mouths moving
legs parting, back arching
beneath the night
thighs sticking to the sheets from the sweat
but you're just
good friends
"I don't know," you say, shaking your head
the words slipping past
"What you're talking about."
three in the morning
streetlights pierce the curtains
bedsheets
everywhere across the floor
and everything is
this doesn't change a thing
"I'm not."
heart hammering
tongue glued to the back of your throat
the words are weighing you down
thoughts
clogging up your mind
with murky muddy memories
tossing and turning
the sweat runs down your neck
and up his
arches his back
You pull out your phone and turn away
stepping out of this conversation.
Scrolling and ignoring
the whispering the muttering at your back
as you walk
strong-legged straight-backed
out the diner and down the street
swiftly pushing buttons not even
seeing what you're doing or
where you're going until
the flash of light from the sun
across the screen of your phone
blots everything else out.
And you're standing there,
on the curb just before the bus stop
(where two happily chattering teenagers
and a mom with her small child
sit and wait for the afternoon lift)
when your reflection registers in your mind
red
sunburnt, flushed
lips still parted
drums buried inside your chest.
.
"Oh he's gay alright,"
Marcel chirps up happily just before
digging into his bowl of soup.
Brock still staring at the door
flushed
out of empathetic embarrassment
shakes his head slowly,
mouth open with worried thoughts
that can't quite make it out
looks at Tyler
who just shrugs
both shoulders
up and out and away, not his problem
why bother?
YOU ARE READING
skyfall
Poetry(Delirious tags along with Cartoonz to a convention and gets spotted. The rest of the guys are convinced Delirious is just a one-night stand and work to set the two of them up.) And he's singing his theme song in the middle of the hallway | where an...
