over a bagel or a donut.
Someone willing to pay
three
times
the
price to have
foamy
milk
on her coffee.
She could have anything
she could have
anyone.
So
why
the
hell
would she ever want
me?
I started heading to the guys. I stared straight at the
psychedelically
pink
wall tried not to catch their eyes ‘cause defeat’s hard enough without having to
look your friends
in
the
face.
The smell of
brewing
lattes
was making me dizzy.
The white ceiling lights beamed
down
on my head
bright
bright
bright.
The noises in that place were
way
too
loud.
My Nikes
slipped across
pale smoke tile
I could barely lift my feet.
It was all I could do not to
shut my lids and
melt
right
into
the
gray.
But then I heard
my
name.
She called
my name
she called my name she
called
my
name.
She called me
back over.
So I
went.