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one.
i liked him
because he knocked the ash
off his cigarette
with his left index finger;
once,
he was drunk
and burned himself
when he forgot to pull away.
two.
that day,
i ate two apples
a banana
and three rice cakes. he asked
do you always do this to yourself?
three.
the first couch was red:
soft synthetic fiber that inhaled
sweat,
quivered beneath our touch,
knowing.
four.
i like dogs,
he told me,
but i wish i owned horses;
he had a pony, once,
a shetland that hated brushing,
and we laughed.
five.
i was the first to say
i loved him,
but not before he
touched my collar where it
dipped,
smiling because
i let him pay for dinner
and my train tickets.
six.
he asked,
do you always do this to yourself?
when i told him
i didn't trust my
sex;
i listened.
seven.
i came home at six,
tired,
and he had quit
those cigarettes and asked
i do the same;
on the couch,
now brown and plush,
he left a pack
of Newports and said
found them at work.
eight.
at a movie,
sensational and scalding,
i touched his finger
where the burn had flaked
away with dead skin,
but we laughed
and laughed.
i liked him
because he knocked the ash
off his cigarette
with his left index finger;
once,
he was drunk
and burned himself
when he forgot to pull away.
two.
that day,
i ate two apples
a banana
and three rice cakes. he asked
do you always do this to yourself?
three.
the first couch was red:
soft synthetic fiber that inhaled
sweat,
quivered beneath our touch,
knowing.
four.
i like dogs,
he told me,
but i wish i owned horses;
he had a pony, once,
a shetland that hated brushing,
and we laughed.
five.
i was the first to say
i loved him,
but not before he
touched my collar where it
dipped,
smiling because
i let him pay for dinner
and my train tickets.
six.
he asked,
do you always do this to yourself?
when i told him
i didn't trust my
sex;
i listened.
seven.
i came home at six,
tired,
and he had quit
those cigarettes and asked
i do the same;
on the couch,
now brown and plush,
he left a pack
of Newports and said
found them at work.
eight.
at a movie,
sensational and scalding,
i touched his finger
where the burn had flaked
away with dead skin,
but we laughed
and laughed.
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