there's a british boy in the hotel lobby.

tight black jeans

curly hair

eyeliner

pretty boy.

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& scott's clearing things up with his

overanxious

will-you-marry-me

far away

boyfriend

over the payphone.

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one hour later we're upstairs in room five thirty six:

scott & pretty boy

smoking up a love-storm of fags and sex stories

on the scratchy

too-many-honeymoons

fading white

bed sheets.

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there's five minutes for scott to be downstairs

because the bus for his flight leaves at one thirty.

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& just before he rolls out the door,

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pretty boy whispers in his ear.

-

& i see my first gay

tongue-to-tongue

can't get enough

spit lost forever

hookup.