by Suzanne Pearman
The fact that tequila sunrises exist
Reminds me of the time when we were in Miami
And I was scared that we would fuck
Because I wanted to
I haven’t spoken to you since
But I’ve drafted emails
I’ve even checked your Google+
And no one fucking uses Google+
I guess what I’m trying to say is
I’m glad we didn’t fuck
Because I didn’t love you
And your wife does
And I knew it even back then
But I will think of you
When I am near tequila sunrises
Or if I ever watch that documentary you mentioned
Or if I hear Will Smith’s song “Welcome to Miami”
Or if I ever
Think
I love
A married man
Again