Girl on my Floor

There’s a girl on my floor.

Really.

and she seems like she’s not going to leave and

in the restaurant I held doors open and told loud jokes

but now:

I am silent.

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She’s opening her mouth.

It’s not to talk, really, I know because I

can smell her cherry lip gloss

I’m usually pretty relaxed

but now?

I am stressing.

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She keeps telling me useless information.

Her birthplace, our two month anniversary

Stuff like that.

I can usually keep my mind out of the gutter

But now?

I am imagining

her spread-eagled with long hair dripping down her back

black wet waterfall from the shower

which is still spraying onto the tile

Because I didn’t hear her tell me to

Fix it.

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