I sink my teeth into my cheek,
and slam my eyes shut,
thinkin’ about a clip on an edited tape
sippin’ on a warm coffee
pressin’ the player
Goddamned disc ain’t there!
No, no, no! I say, shouting, kickin’ and searchin’
flippin’ the mattress off the bed
we lost our virginity on
to curb her depression
late last September
A picture on the counter
I hold eye-level
wide-eyed blinking twice
Bubbles form in my throat
I gulp and spit
Coffee and warm stomach fluid hit the carpet
like a blanket slapping the floor
Oh, fuck! I say
“Surprise!” Angie says, coming through the door.
“Care to explain what’s on this disc?” Her father asks, drumming it on his hand.
I choke on my tongue
collapse on the floor.
(© 2020 Andrew Cyr)
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