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Monday, September 6, 2004
in the back of the white truck
sitting in the white truck
in the back
just out of work
just out of time
he's sitting beside me
we talk about nothing
i look to the sky
i think i see something
i think it's all passing by
his cell phone rings
"it's my girlfriend."
and i tell him to tell her
"tomorrow we're going to fuck."
he says it
and says, "why?"
and says, "bye."
"who was it?" i ask
"my girlfriend's cousin."
"they're coming here?"
"yeah."
he tells me
the cousin who called
was her second cousin
and he wants her
he says, "it's still wrong."
i say, "it's still incest."
and we agree with each other.
they come
in a car
with paint coming off
the metal naked
the cousin comes out
but she stays in the car
he comes over and hits chris
chris says, "do you see her?"
but i can't
she drives over
and closer
"isn't she cute?"
she's right by us
by the back of the truck
"i love yoo" he says
"i love yoo."
she doesn't say anything
he's in there
with her now
and i see the amber eye
of his cigarette
he lit
she opens a can
i wonder if it's beer
but i don't think so
it's getting cold
i'm shivering
my nose is runny
i hold my arms to myself
he tells me, "let me feel your pipes."
i say, "i don't want you to feel my arm."
he says, "hold it out."
i hold it out
he feels
he tells me to flex
i flex
i say, "i'm a weakling."
he says, "you are a weakling."
he takes his hand away
and flexes his arm
"feel," he says.
i say, "i don't want to feel."
he says, "feel."
i say, "fine."
i feel
his girlfriend stifles a laugh
from the window of her car
he looks at me
with a weird look
he says, "has anyone ever told you
you have beautiful eyes?"
i just look at him
and laugh
she laughs from the car
as well
i say, "i've always liked my lips
the best."
my full lips
my kissable lips
he says, "yeah you have
nice lips too."
then he touches my leg
i know he's just doing it for a show
to her
she laughs again from
the car window
i say, "it's fun to mess with her,
isn't it?"
he whispers under his breath
it is
he's lying belly-down
she says, "fuck you."
he says, "fuck you when."
she just smiles a bit
"fuck you," she says again.
"you like it up the ass," chris says
to her
"you like it up the ass, don't you."
she says, "how would you know that?"
he says, "andy told me."
she says, "who told you?"
he doesn't say anything
and she looks away
and is messing with something
he says, "andy told me."
he says, "andy told me."
he keeps saying it
i laugh
because she doesn't hear
when she turns
she says, "i'm going to have him
come out there if you don't tell."
he says, "andy told me andy told me."
she says, "andy told you?"
i say, "he's been saying it for five minutes now."
i laugh
she just now hears
it
laurie comes out
of the back of the
steak buffet
i see the door
with the light
seeping out
to the night
i say, "the door's open."
then the door closes
then it opens again
out steps laurie
the rattle of keys
the going out of a light
chris pushes his head down
so she can't see him
he says, "shhh."
he says, "shhh."
i say, "shhhit."
he says, "shhh."
i say, "ittt."
he yells, "go home already!"
she's a bit far away
she says, "you guys are still here
yakking?"
"yeah."
"we are."
"we have nothing better to do,"
he says
i say, "he made me stay."
he says, "no i didn't."
"but if you had tried to leave
i would've stopped you."
she says, "we have to leave now."
"if we stay we'll get caught for tresspassing."
over across from
where we are
the light of a
police siren
is flickering
we decide to go
chris wants me
to follow him home
but i'm tired
i'm afraid i'll get lost
on the way back
because i can barely think straight
i go to my car
i turn on the heater
i listen to a Say Anything song
but pause it because he comes in
my car
he sits
for a second
then gets out
says, "see you later man."
he says, "sure you don't want to
come over?"
i say i'm sure
he says, "bye man."
starts closing the door
shuts it
closes it
leaves it open
he walks over
to her car
and gives her a kiss
through the window
he comes over
"bye man," and
he shuts the door
and i turn up "Woe"
and i drive off
with the heater on
warming me up
i come home
i need to sleep
i work at 12 tomorrow
another day
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