“I am keenly aware

that my feelings

do not make a dent in his life,

but deep down,

in a place of twisted compassion,

I know

I wouldn’t really want them to.

So I’ll watch out the car window

with a rubber neck

as someone

who looks an awful lot like me

gets absolutely totaled;

the wailing sirens

and flashing lights

performative afterthoughts

of warning.”

- d.c.

My problem tonight…

It’s late at night.

My parents are in bed.

I know where he lives.

It’s not that far away.

I could be there in a few minutes.

I could spend a few hours under him.

I could be home before anyone suspected a thing.

I know he’s alone.

I know he’s probably touching himself.

Just like I am right now.

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