I saw a picture of two people kissing.
Their fingers entwined.
Their lips apart.
Smoke billowing from one mouth to another.

I looked away.

No.
What?
This picture isn't meant for me.
Why?
Show this to someone else.
Who should I show it to?
I don't know, anyone else.

I saw a picture of two people kissing once.
My eyes hastened over it.
It didn't feel like it was meant for me.
I rejected the sight of love.
It, quite frankly, repulsed me.

It looked too much like a train wreck.
It tasted too much like scotch.

I poured myself another.

*I would rather brave the headache alone,
Thank you very much.
There's the door.