a night in the city

"can we be friends?"
your face only looks beautiful
when you're looking right at me
and you're not
so it's fine.
don't worry.
driving through an unfamiliar place
headlights glaring, two men rolling and punching and kicking in the street
"i'm sorry."
"don't be sorry. it's fine. don't worry."
round in circles at old street
angel to old street to smithfield to old street
"i feel bad."
"don't feel bad. it's fine."
i could feel it coming anyway. so it's not a problem.
i know what comes next
it's inevitable.
it's not a cycle i'm looking forward to
but it's inevitable.
it could be worse.
it's fine.
don't worry.