It’s like that time in high school when we ditched class to have sex at the coffee shop

by Shawn Berman

You say, ‘I can do both.’ I say, ‘come over’ you say, ‘okay, where do you live’ and I say, ‘same place as before,’ and you say, ‘oh I remember.’

And I know you do because you pull up in a really shitty mini van. It’s blue and it looks like a spaceship. I egged it when you broke up with me the fourth time.

We give each other an awkward hug like it should be something more. I get hard. I don’t say sorry because I think you like it. You do, right?

I wonder if you still refer to your mother as ‘fucking dumb bitch’ and you do because when I ask you how work was you tell me, ‘fucking dumb bitch made me late.’

I clean up by not cleaning up and throwing a giant blanket over everything. I read it’s impossible to suffocate yourself.

We ‘watch a movie or something’ and we cuddle and you say, ‘cuddling, already?’ and you kinda smile and I’m like, ‘sure’

And if making out with you was code for ‘I still don’t know what I’m doing’ then yeah.

We pull away. You give me a kiss that says, ‘how did we get here, it’s been so long.’

Am appreciative when you play with your belly ring.

Wow, so hot.

Think, ‘I have the sex appeal of a dollar store.’

Is me staring at the mirror for hours waiting to turn into a bootleg prince charming with a peg leg and greasy hair and really big arms and a generic forearm tattoo appealing, or nah? Or nah as in ‘I want a restraining order, or nah?’

You give me a kiss that says, ‘how did we get here, it’s been so long.’

I walk you back out to your submarine spaceship car and prop you up against it and a blind kid walks by. We trip him. We laugh. I go, ‘hahahaha you will never get this’ and you say, ‘fucking borat.’

You give me a kiss that says, ‘how did we get here, it’s been so long. Have you ever thought about crumbling the world up into tiny particles and using it as body wash or is it just me, or nah?’

You give me a kiss that says, ‘how did we get here, it’s been so long. Wow, why are your roommates staring at us? What did you tell them? well, my ass does look good’

I forget your name when you talk to me but I swear it’s not like that because I think about you all the time when I masturbate and I mean that as a compliment.

You give me a kiss that says, ‘how did we get here, it’s been so long. Remember that time we did it in the back of my car and the cops gave us a thumb up and told us that we should be on pornhub’

And I say, ‘obviously, it’s you.’

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