This is Fiction I Swear: Part 8

Part 8: Squares, Circles

Lights

But it’s not stars it’s a goddamn ten by ten cement holding cell. At least we don’t have to share but you’re right across the bars staring at me, waiting for me to say something but I’m not. I won’t. It’s not fun anymore and I’m furious that you got me stuck in here and I won’t let you think for one second that I’m giving in.

When they give me my phone call I call Angelica and tell her we need to meet up later because I have things to tell her. She asks if it’s about the eviction and I have completely forgotten about that and say it is most definitely not. I know her next guess will be you. And it is. And I tell her I’ll be by later to talk about it. I hang up and she’s still saying something about a bad idea. Well of course it is.

But things get off track when they make us wait together to get our bikes back. We walk outside at the same time and I’m not saying a word which makes you furious so you “congratulate” me on my unconventional tactics to win you back.

Win you back! I stop you dead in your tracks, look you in the eye, and tell you how wrong you are but your eyes are locked on mine and you’ve got that look and now your hand is on my waist. The words are melting off my tongue and I can’t look away. Even if I wanted to stop it, I couldn’t. My eyes shut, our lips lock, and I can’t tell if my heart is beating too fast or if it’s not beating at all. Breath comes quickly, in bursts, and the neighborhood knows about us, but it’s the only one. Then there’s nothing but the gray dark of my bedroom at the 1:00 hour. The kind of dark that gives no way of knowing what’s me and what’s you. That kind of dark.

My favorite kind of dark.

And I wonder—does my name excite you? Does the sound of it sink into your spine and travel up to the base of your neck? Does it give you chills? Does it? You never admitted that much to me, but I know it’s true by the way you clung to me. You think too much about me, you said that once when we walked a long way in the wrong direction one night. It was raining and my head was down but I was listening. To know that, to know you, I knew you weren’t gone. I knew if I stayed still for a while you’d reappear, and we could start tracing circles again. You know the ones—the ones that start far apart, but get closer and closer till they’re on top of each other, entwined in perfect wholeness, then—they break apart and float parallel once again.

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