SHE LIKED CLEANING MORE THAN SHE LIKED ME

SHE LIKED CLEANING MORE THAN SHE LIKED ME
she was one of those girls
who would make plans with you
get you very excited
to see her
to spend time with her
to maybe talk
or maybe play
both of which were nice
but then you’d get a text message
something about how she’d decided
to clean her apartment instead
or work on her bicycle
or go out with her friends.
after this would happen
you’d say to yourself, “fuck it, move on.”
and you’d try not to think about her
her pretty face
her beautiful body
her breasts that hung down nicely
when she was on her side
in your bed
her elbow against the mattress
her head resting on her hand
while you ran your fingers
through her hair
but after a little time
when you had begun
to get her out of your head
she’d resume communication
“where r u?”
“what r u doing?”
you’d ignore her at first
tell yourself, “don’t play the game.
It’s a game you cannot win.”
but then she’d start in with questions
about you ignoring her
giving her the silent treatment
this and that
you couldn’t tell if it was because
she was young and teasing
or just a little bit crazy
or more likely both
but whichever it was
you’d wonder just how
you’d gotten involved with her
and more importantly
how you could get uninvolved with her