we were in his car
an old red jaguar, not as fancy as it sounds
i don't remember where we were going
because we're always going somewhere
he said to me
"is it weird that i had a dream
about me and you in the future?"
& i froze, unsure how to respond
so i just waited
he glanced from the road to me
"you know, like... together."
the asphalt purred under us
i said "no. no it's not weird."
i breathed ice
he said, "i'm not sure
if i'm going to be gay forever."
he always says this
when he doesn't have to look at me
i said "it's okay, i know.
i know you're confused, right?"
i'm confused too, but i didn't say that
we turned onto the highway
he flicked red ashes out of the window
he said "i hate that word."
& we drove onward
in the dark with the radio loud
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
we were in his car
an old red jaguar, not as fancy as it sounds
i don't remember where we were going
because we're always going somewhere
he said to me
"is it weird that i had a dream
about me and you in the future?"
& i froze, unsure how to respond
so i just waited
he glanced from the road to me
"you know, like... together."
the asphalt purred under us
i said "no. no it's not weird."
i breathed ice
he said, "i'm not sure
if i'm going to be gay forever."
he always says this
when he doesn't have to look at me
i said "it's okay, i know.
i know you're confused, right?"
i'm confused too, but i didn't say that
we turned onto the highway
he flicked red ashes out of the window
he said "i hate that word."
& we drove onward
in the dark with the radio loud
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