She arrived 13 minutes late. Her short rose pattern dress was an acceptable excuse for her tardiness. I wore ripped jeans, tee, and Chuck’s.
I stole her cherry afloat in her makeshift mule. A sweet bull vs. a cocky bull.
Framed roses with sharp petals hanging vicariously upon a dull wall.
Black, red and grey are my favorite colors.
“Go to the bathroom,” I am pleading in my head. She will not stop talking and my brain hurts. Another nurse with too much to dictate.
“I want to keep playing with you. I am studying you and will learn your technique. I will let you win, then we will switch, “ she says.
I have to confess I love being challenged. She turns to face me. I try to align the zipper of her Helly Hansen. Frustration sets and I abandon the task.
“Shall we play? We have unlimited balls and a Monk to scoop our mess.”
“Let us play, she replies meanwhile grabbing the thick wood before her.”
She wants to play on one side only to see if I can conform. I am not straight, but I play a fool’s game.
Her mourning coffee 