I still can’t catch a scent of vinegar
Without smelling your house

again

I still can’t walk across a tacky, veneer floor
without being trapped

Again

Like a rat

prying myself out of this glue trap because
I fell for the little chunk of cheese
you dangled in front of me

I still can’t wear that
Tight
Grey
tank top


Without feeling your bare arms
wrapped around mine

Your lips
pressed against mine
I might have kissed you

but
I
D i d
N o t
W a n t

What Came Next

I told you
we should slow down

I told you this was a mistake

You said:

“We’re
teenagers,
We make mistakes
That’s what high school
is for,
We do stupid ****.”


I guess we do

-pouring the gasoline