"designer"
i ran my fingers through her hair
slowly.
she sighed and rolled over, deeper into our
sheets.
"our sheets", the phrase always made me uneasy.
trite suburban
bullshit. later that day we
drank with the neighbors.
thoughtless pseudo-swingers, yellow-bellied
or maybe just stupid.
she cornered me in the kitchen rather, shoved me
against a cabinet and said:
"treat others as you want to be treated."
i smirked and took a drink.
"what others?" i responded.
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