I’d slump my way to a penny arcadelike an old gambler at the breakfast shift in Vegas.Bag full of copper, gut overflowing with thebubble front bloat of my period panties,doubled over at the waist, sticking my face right up against…
I was born into a world of absolutes.
The sky is blue. The grass is green. The boys lie.
I drank them in like water, strengthening my just formed flesh. These were known, rather than felt. But still, they were true.
First you get her to love you. Then you leave.
It’s best to start on a cloudy day. This way she associates falling in love with you with the mist that rolls in just before dawn, the lingering humidity signaling the end of summer and the start of something else.