by Joni Abilene
From The Starlights, free today.
“What happened to your face, Keith?”
“Oh, I—I got in a fight.”
“Yeah, another one. Sally’s okay.”
“Do you want a ride?”
Do I want a ride? It’s the question of my life, like asking if I want eternal youth or a million dollars. Do I want to get in a car with the other woman I love, or do I say no, because no is the right thing to do, even though it will shove a blade into my heart so big I’ll never recover?
“Why didn’t you call me this week?” I ask. “You could have called. Dialed my number. Looked me up in the Yellow Pages. Once. Not twice or three times or any amount of times, just once. All I wanted was to hear the sound of your fucking voice, just once.”
“Ah, Keith, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby. I ain’t your baby.”
“I couldn’t call, because Sasha came home. I thought you understood.”
I start walking and she’s rolling alongside. “I didn’t know.”
“Well now you do. Are you really that mad at me?”
I am. I don’t love her. I never really loved her. I just wanted her so bad.
I was gonna do the tongue thing. She didn’t even give me the chance.