It's Friday afternoon, and neither Jorge nor Lee showed.
I grab my purse and pick up my ginger-spiced latte.
The Tea and Bridges Café has decent coffee,
If I've found anything today, it's a new hangout.
I'm walking out the door when I hear my name called.
Two voices —
One deep and smooth; the other light and airy.
I turn around and see them in a far, tucked away corner.
I nervously wring my hands.
What do you have to say?
Lee turns her coffee cup around on the table.
I look up at the stars and glance at quiet Jorge.
He looks angry—perhaps the most upset I've ever seen him.
I invited you both to negotiate a polyamorous triad.
Jorge cuts me off with a slice of his hand.
He laughs.
You want to negotiate a menage a trois?
When, the whole point of you and Lee breaking up—
Was because you thought society wouldn't except you two—
As a couple?
I stutter.
Who do you think you are?
You can't play with people's hearts like this.
He sneers and gets up; Lee follows.
When you decide to pull this innocent—
Self-righteous stick from out of your ass,
We can talk,
Maybe—someday.
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Daydreamers, A Poem✔️
Poetry[Completed] Willow May is trying to survive high school- Without her best friend knowing she loves her; But one night, she records a love confession and- Accidentally sends it to everyone. Suddenly, her complicated love life becomes tragic. This...
