I write and so I should be able to put this down, but when I try to wrap my mind around the facts, my head turns to its left and thoughts become slippery.
I think.
We, The Orchard Woman and myself, have been very good.
With, and to, each other,
We plan, and go to the beach.
She grips the wheel, and we are hours from home, heading south, to the coast.
She tells me, and I am still not sure why.
The Orchard Woman tells me that she was with him.
That she wanted him.
That she wanted him to be her man.
That they tried it out, but at least he was honest.
She said: I have to give him that.
She tells me
how she wanted him very badly,
saying the words I want to hear about myself.
The Orchard Woman was with him at the same time that The Girl was with him.
His hands, and fingers and mouth.
Same time.
But not mine.
I guess this has nothing to with me.
08:17 - Tuesday, Jul. 02, 2002
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