Well, you could say that’s poetry, but i call bullshit.

 

A few weeks ago

I was riding in the car with my mate. He had a bunch of shit in the back of his car, and the pervading smell of sex and alcohol was casually rubbing against my throat.

He had played some songs then, with lyrics so sexually descriptive i felt turned on then.

The four of us crossed out legs and jeered at the family car beside us.

At a skating rink.

I slipped and grazed my legs.

A girl in long white socks glided beside me, her knees as white as the ice. Eyes following my clumsy step.

I bled through my nose, and wiped it off with my scarf.

A beginning? At end.

Because in my mind you were perfect for this.

Slim shoulders skimming the water, its reflection of the bone caught my eye.

Spin, roll, push. Another lap in time.

He had smiled then, like a shark.