It's All About Where You Live...
Ethan's two thousand miles away from me now.
He left first, already married.
He still plays guitar, but it's in church.
He's using words like "blessed" and "sacred."
This can't be the same man
who gave a twenty minute lecture about the ideal
female breast. Curvature, heft, nipple placement.
He had a vision.
Steve's a thousand miles away from me now.
He just left and got engaged.
He's working for the big company,
the highly paid computer programmer.
He's doing it all for her now.
"It's Heather first, then God, then me."
She doesn't know about the strip clubs
or the piles of pirated porn I rescued from his abandoned apartment.
I haven't moved and I'm wondering what's wrong.
I still frequent the clubs, looking for Ethan's breast.
I'm still in school and I'm still single.
I'm living inside my head.
I wonder how long it'll take
before their wives tell them I'm a bad influence.
How long will it take before our stories
aren't enough to hold us together?
If I lose focus, the candle seems to burn faster.