The Worst Thing You Can Tell a Man is That You Never Even Considered It
First, you should slap him, but with
your hand. Not your eyes
which aren’t espresso brown,
or even hazel, but green.
And enough with the piazza and the Chianti.
The next thing you know it will be candlelight
and long dresses—your clavicle will make him think of God
Truthfully, it was on a Wednesday afternoon over pizza and Miller Light
in the bowling alley two blocks from your house.
The “who the fuck part” is correct. It may even have been a little more colorful.
When he blushes and his gaze flickers
roll your eyes and tell him exactly what
you’re thinking
You’re an egomaniac.
Go to him, two months later,
with the dress and the clavicle and the Chianti.
Put your head in his lap
and show him it’s not love.
But something else entirely.
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