Similarities

Published in Twisted Ink Webzine ~ Spring 2010

She said men are just like women – I said no wonder this world is fucked up – she nodded & I grinned & pulled out from the Taco Bus in the early heat of Saturday afternoon.

He only calls when he’s drunk & it’s 1:30 A.M. – he should know by now that calling me at 1:30 A.M. & slurring a greeting will not get him laid – but obviously – he hasn’t figured that out yet.

They nodded & said that looks hot – I grinned because I trust them.

He leaned a little too close but I didn’t step back – he said he thought he remembered talking to me on Wednesday night then asked if he had been a gentleman – it didn’t take long before he caught the not interested & left before he wasn’t a gentleman anymore

She grinned & said real women buy their own flowers – when the roses are dead I think I’ll buy more pretty petals for the white table in front of the two windows – I’ve always liked lilies – especially tiger lilies.

The phone rings & it’s a Yakima prefix I know who it is & I don’t answer – once I would have – now I never will – in the chill of a Saturday evening I turn out the lights – but my thoughts won’t go to sleep.

© Kaitlin Ens

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