The funny thing is,
I never really loved him
He was just a good lay.
It's funny how hormones trick
emotions,
when everything is steamy
and orgasms hit you like
tidal waves--
then you start to think
dependency
is a positive human trait-
and the bruises on
your inner thighs
are mementos just
that short of
your favorite accessories-
saving boxers-
T-shirts
-love-funny
the after 3 month
breakup phone call
is an indicator of
a good love, I mean lay-
"So how are you...?
-"fine-are you
still dating what's
her name...?"
"We're just good friends...
I been meaning to ask
you about my favorite
boxers-I mean-
if you're home-
I'll just swing by
and pick them up..."
"Hmm...why not,
oh-and by the way-
stop by the drug store."
"See you in five"
"Umm hmm."