“Late last night I heard the screen door slam” by Sasha in her bed

Saturday May 21, 2016
5 minutes
Big Yellow Taxi
Joni Mitchell

Your lips taste like ketchup chips.

“I have to go,” I say, searching for my jeans. Your room is messier than anything I’ve ever seen but it kind of makes you hotter.

“Wanna sleep over tonight?” You pick at a scab on your right index finger.

“I can’t. I have plans.” I lie. You furrow your eyebrows.

The screen door slams and I walk in the rain til I’m soaked and I’m worried about my nipples attracting unwanted attention.