Eyes Look Different When They Look Away
Dear _____,
She tells me that she doesn't want to go home but I don't hear her so I keep driving five over the speed-limit hoping that the dialog will pass and silence will take its place between us. Her leg won't stop shaking and I stare at her for a second during the break in the music and she looks at me and smiles and I don't get why so I light up another cigarette and turn off the music. I look out the window and an image of Anne fills my mind; she's standing on her bed, pulling down her shorts and she's not wearing underwear. Her skin is smooth and it's so natural that I don't get hard or even think about kissing her. I come to when Anne asks me for a cigarette and tells me that we should go see a movie and I say at midnight and she says does it really matter.
I get out of the car and grab my cigarettes and the wind blows in a way that it pushes Anne's hair back and she looks beautiful and I know that I'm going to hurt her more than she could ever hurt me and I turn around and notice the flashing blues and reds of a police-car on the road we just turned off of and I realize that I'll never love her as much as I did when I told her that I was about to come.
Love,
Kelly f. Logue
She tells me that she doesn't want to go home but I don't hear her so I keep driving five over the speed-limit hoping that the dialog will pass and silence will take its place between us. Her leg won't stop shaking and I stare at her for a second during the break in the music and she looks at me and smiles and I don't get why so I light up another cigarette and turn off the music. I look out the window and an image of Anne fills my mind; she's standing on her bed, pulling down her shorts and she's not wearing underwear. Her skin is smooth and it's so natural that I don't get hard or even think about kissing her. I come to when Anne asks me for a cigarette and tells me that we should go see a movie and I say at midnight and she says does it really matter.
I get out of the car and grab my cigarettes and the wind blows in a way that it pushes Anne's hair back and she looks beautiful and I know that I'm going to hurt her more than she could ever hurt me and I turn around and notice the flashing blues and reds of a police-car on the road we just turned off of and I realize that I'll never love her as much as I did when I told her that I was about to come.
Love,
Kelly f. Logue