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I will be your favorite enemy

This morning you opened a door for me

And asked me rather sweetly how I was

And I stared at my face reflected above your shoulder

And scanned it for emotion

Before nodding and saying fine.

 

You walked away to some masculine class

Where you lifted weights and complained about errant girlfriends

While I went to the restroom

Locked myself in a stall

And puked.

 

I suppose your dad made excuses before you could

I bet he assured you that it wouldn’t affect whatever sports you did at the time

I bet he thought about slipping a crisp bill in an envelope

And setting it on the superintendent's desk.

 

And I know you joked to your cocky little friends

That the ***** took everything too seriously

Because after all

You were only joking

Right?

 

The superintendent looked over glasses and pink slips of paper

And assured me that he knew your parents

And in fact your father had given him a root canal the day before

And he was very sure this was all some misunderstanding

And it would be resolved quickly and quietly.

 

I had to steel myself

I expected it

Waited for it

And there it was.

 

You probably just liked me.

That was the problem

You were so very confused

And ever-so-innocent

And a student who brought so much good publicity

Couldn’t possibly be a detriment

Could he?

 

It was just like in elementary

Where the bruises on my wrist

Were written away as a love bite

A little sign of devotion

And I should be grateful.

 

I hear you’re off to a college on the coast

For free

Even though you stole answers off my papers

And glances down my shirt.

 

I hope you enjoy it

I hope you pretend to care about physics

And I hope the essays you buy are worth the money

And I hope the parties are lively

And the ***** rich.

 

But when you slip

In the backseat of your Mercedes

Because you liked her too much

Don’t believe what they tell you

I' ll know your guilt

As clearly as the moonlight caught in her watering eyes

And I will make you know it.

 

Until then

I’ll square my shoulders

Rinse the taste from my mouth

Glare at myself in the fluorescent light

And will the emotion away

One more time.

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