She said she wanted to hang
on our first date,
so we stayed
over at her place.
There, she hung out
on the edge of the couch,
wore a sweatshirt
covered with pink hearts,
kept using the word "insane"
& puckering her lips.
Twirling her hair between her fingers,
I quipped about her lava lamp,
how outdated it looked.
You should have seen her face.
Everything immediately went silent,
it got eerily quiet
& she said she was sick,
that I had to go.
And I did, quick.