October 14, 2003
Ass. 1 (hahaaaa)
I'm in the lockerroom and I'm rubbing the
black under my eyes when he comes up behind me, head tilted, all macho
posturing and bravado.
He nods at me stiffly, teammate to teammate. "Hey."
"Hey." I stare at him from the washed out bathroom mirror, like we didn't just kiss by the urinals.
"I Think I Love You"
Our lips, and then our teeth smash together,
and it's a mass of limbs, and fingers tangled in hair.
"Tad," he breathes, "this is so wrong."
I feel the cool stucco of the bathroom wall pressing between my shoulder blades.
"I think I love you."
"You're out of your fucking mind."