March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II
Christopher Major
Love Deuce

Yesterday we were just buddies;
now two joints and copious cans
have us waking tied in a knot.

"Look, we can still be friends..." she states
"...this can be something we just do occasionally."

"Like our game of tennis?" I add.

"Yeah."

Silence.....

"You play tennis with anyone else?" She asks.

"Your brother, last Friday." I reply.
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