the event rages on. the lights dimming,
the bodies pulsating and sucking the cold
out of the room. She approaches me, nose
nearly scraping mine.
“Oh god he’s so annoying.
I wish he didn’t come here.
I didn’t invite him.
I wish I can make out with anyone.
I want to just make out with anyone right now.
I don’t care who. I just want to do it.”
Her hot breath tumbles across my lower lip,
the hairs on the back of my neck raise.
This is what I’ve been waiting for, for a while.
She darts her head left and right, never leaving my personal zone.
I tilt my head down, eyes fixed on hers,
everyone else vanishing into a black void.
“How about me?” I poise the question with a naughty assurance.
Playfully. deadly serious.
It registers on her face my intentions and she pulls back. “Not now.”
somewhere a record needle scratches an imaginary 45.
I feel the gravity of the situation crushing down on my head. stunned.
“Not never.” I defeatedly reply.
her answer is mumbled, but answer enough.
hours later she makes out furiously with the annoying guy
as I pick up trash from the gallery’s floor.