“Electrons have integrity, but fealty is another matter. Though attraction is strong, it is also, in some cases, surprisingly easy to rupture.”
On 6th. Don’t know. ‘Staying’ with Brandon, a friend. And Sage of lavender blanket of joint holes. She said, “You take the couch.” A prostitute. He sells hinge couplings. Making useful the couch. Tonight she works it, returns with money or else steals from a client, comes back, they run out—fuck—and she goes for more. Sunlight barking sidewalks. Brandon hams. His specialty: hamming. Teen-like-sex-impetus. People crave impetus. Relentless drugs, procreation. A thing I see: in Thailand, Ki-Ki tied it to her door, hanging, whipping darkness, me dancing in night-music. Something. I see Ali (who’s tasty), we say, “Hey.” “What’s up?” “Not sure.” “Heading to Lover’s Beach.” I love the beach, if she does. I remember Meredith, who I’m ‘seeing.’ Ruefully. I consider New Zealand, further away—speaking of, I passed Holt, Beltline, Oak, Springdale, Armadillo . . . need a bite. Catch Meredith at rehearsal; Iris says, her, Maddie, Kat, (and, maybe, Paul) are going. I’ll find out. Maddie, “I know you, right?” Dangerous. Potential. Where am I going? With Maddie? I can smoke with Sage and Brandon. Sage, “Brandon talked, he’s cool, and I’m totally cool if you want to you know?” Hard decisions. Where to eat? Mongolian? Thai? (Ki-Ki)
Tyler Dempsey was a finalist in Glimmer Train and New Millennium Writings competitions. His work is forthcoming in Soft Cartel Magazine, and appears in X—R-A-Y Literary Magazine, Five:2:One Magazine, Buck Off Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, and The 3288 Review, amongst others. Find him on Twitter @tylercdempsey or at:http://tylerdempseywriting.com.