I will tell you my regrets as soon as I have them. You have no choice. It is our pact.
You will think I’m spinning in place
But I will be backing up and kicking up dirt with one foot
A track runner
Preparing myself to launch forward
You will not know what you did to me
Because it will play out with others at far distances and nearby
You stole me and gave me away
To where I was from
Your petty thievery is to disguise
Something much more severe than Nigerian money doubling or even that Spanish thug getting my wallet in the Berlin darkroom
I invite your grand larceny
Do not be timid with me!
Rob me again!!
Mug me harder!!!
I don’t know if you will ask. I think you think you are not supposed to.
I don’t think I will be ready when you do. But I will have this link. I will have it at the ready.
I’m not sure I will give it to you.
I may need this place to myself.
I wonder if you needed me more than I needed you. It had been about the same amount of time.
I wonder why we fucked like that. Both times.
It was light out. But not really. There were stars. This time.
I had to see
And then be seen.
I was uncomfortable on both accounts.
I tried to save face, and you pushed harder.
He was sweet (looking).
They both were.
It was hard to look into his prying eyes. Because he saw that place you left empty.
I never looked into the other guy’s. Because I never opened mine.
It’s not about you … you know?
Or not only about you.
Ever since I noticed I was keeping my eyes closed in they day,
I’ve been trying to figure out how to pry them open.
O malandro … by any means necessary.