day 280

He asks me about girl crushes. I tell him the only girls I've ever wanted to love were one city bus away. They are always one jet plane, one train ride too far. A mile too expensive and a suitcase too small. I tell him about the first girl I haven't been able to get over. The sun in her being and how she is just too cool for me. She lives her life in a city parallel from mine. I laugh at myself and remember my first girlfriend. I was just her social experiment. She used to kiss me with the blood on her lips from her varsity football playing boyfriend. When I cut all of my hair off, he was the first boy to ever call me a dyke. I laughed, because I know he doesn't know that I slept with his girlfriend.