i told her she didn't want
to get involved, but she
told me that she was
going to be,
anyway.
and i was a little
relieved that someone
had gone through
the trouble of making
that decision
for me.
you scare me to death,
like i'm the one to be
scared.
but when you show me
that part of your thigh
that you haven't shown
to that many people,
i start sectioning off
my body with the tiny
pencil i keep in my
nightstand to
keep score.
i told her she knew
she'd regret it.
i knew i could
prove her wrong
if i wanted.