[i]11:40 a.m. alarm goes off.
Instant Blueberry Oatmeal. Orange Juice.
All day shift at China Wok.
I check up on Aysena via text to see if she was able to
obtain the morning after pill.
Ays: “Not yet, im working and thinking ab u, dangerous man.”
Me: “ays, you need to take a break and go get that pill
soon. actually, you are dangerous ;)”
Ays: “What s the name of the pill? I forgot ...mmmmmmmmm. .…
All of this that happens are v funny, i love what i feel.”
Me: “the morning after pill. black comedy. I love what I
feel around you, too.”
Ays: “U too u too.”
...
Ays: “i want to listen to old music with you and laugh laugh
kiss kiss touch touch and then ooooooops black comedy.”
Me: “haha. yes yes. I want the same. we should call orgasm
black comedy from now on.”
Ays: “Lets make own vocabulary lol.”
Me: “our own language. I like it.”
Ays: “Yesyes.”
Me: “I like you.”
Ays: “I like you more day by day notice that.”
Me: “I notice.”
The rain falls and the phones begin to ring. Order after
order. Delivery after delivery. Normally I would have time to make a fifteen-minute
stop at the house for lunch but not now. I’m forced to wait at least till 5
o’clock when it slows down, but even then I have to rush...
Peanut Butter Sandwich. Potato Chip Trio. Honey Green Tea.
Belgian Milk Chocolate Bar.
The dinner shift arrives. It’s rock-steady.
Off work.
Tofu with Broccoli, Carrots, Onions, Snow Peas, and Rice in
Garlic Sauce.
Watching Platoon (1986).
Visiting Aysena. I brought her the morning after pill. We
take a night walk along the Cape Henry Trail, which strings through the
neighborhoods off Shore Drive. It’s not raining but drizzling – a fresh rain
scent in the air. Our surroundings thick with soaking vegetation. Drip. Drop. A
flickering light pole as we pass. We linger at the entrance of First Landing
State Park – the rest of the path dark and unknown. Up against a power line
pole – we hide ourselves behind it – affection and passion – touching – a
sexual drive that cannot be stopped. At any moment a car might pass or a
pedestrian walk by but we don’t care. The sound of crickets and other night
creatures become the soundtrack to our love scene. I pump her from behind with
intensity and tenderness.
...
Walking back...
Me: “I have endorphins running through my body.”
Her: “Your endorphins. I want them not get away.”
...
Out in front of her house. We embrace. I rub my hands up and
down her backside.
Her: “I like it when you sweep me.”
Adoringly I repeat, “Sweep me. Caress. I caress you.”
After leaving I realize that this relationship is an
infatuation. But it doesn’t mean it has to be that forever. It could transform
into something substantial. For now though it is this...and I’m totally into
it.
Back home.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
[i] Doodle by
me.
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