I mean, nuthin special
not one of them flowers you have to put alone
in its own vase ‘cause it makes the others plain
but pretty, and she laughed, but not at people
at things, circumstances, the way the world works
I thought we could go out once, maybe twice
thought she might let me in, y’know?
and laugh about it in the morning
she wasn’t spozta sneak into my brain
or however girls get fingernails in you
I wasn’t spozta think about her
day after day, wondering if and how
we might again and what she’d say next time
but when I asked she put her hand on my arm
looked sad and told me no, said I had spark
but no flame, said I had no electricity
certainly no lightning, no, once was enough
she wouldn’t go out with me again
but we could dance at her cousin’s party
what else could I do but kill her?
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