an open freezer, and the smell of
frozen
"we complicate things"
I laugh about
too many lemon heads
and he says
"We have this connection"
and his eyes tell me
its not a lie
even when I don't
want truth
the painful truth
because he puts
his hand on my arm
and tells me he's
leaving
but its not hard
because he's not for real
and we both know it
even as she laughs
with him in his
shallowness
I want to say he's someone else
I want to tell her she's not real
either
I want them to stop pretending