Читать книгу Exhibitionist - Molly Cross-Blanchard - Страница 14

Look at the wide sky. Now look at me. Are you ashamed to be seen

with a woman in pigtails? My tits are trapped under spandex today

because last night I pressed my bare ass against your back

and you slept on and on. Then a ghost baby with all your hair hovered

there between us, so I sang the saddest songs I knew ’til it fell

off the edge of the bed and tumbled out the open window into traffic.

I feel impotent, you say over dinner

while I cry discreetly into the scallops.

I want to tell you I don’t love you

either, but you did it first so that makes me spurned.

Is this romance? Brine

and embarrassment, your thumb back and forth

on my wrist? Shit. I’m sorry

I wore my hair like this. You have to keep looking up

at a woman in pigtails who you don’t love and that’s no fun.

Should I go? Ask the sky to swallow me whole, we’ll pretend

this never happened. It’s cool. I never wanted a body

without your baby in it. I never wanted a baby

without your body next to mine.