11-09-2026, 08:08 PM
Texas in July
By midnight I was tired of pretending
this was real. There’s nothing more pathetic than a man
faking an orgasm, and Javier was somewhere else
when lightning touched his guts. The sex was good enough
but something buried deep in that apartment
smelled like someone rich had died
while working on his tan, a sheen of oil
on all the molecules, like Texas in July.
It crossed my mind that I would kill
to have the last two hours back, before he looked at me
like I was something he could drink. “You'll die
if we do that again--" A line cut out between his legs
full of sin and Red Bull, grinning
like he just grew wings. I’m not young anymore
we both knew it was true, but when an angel tries so hard
to fall in love, sometimes you have to lie.
By midnight I was tired of pretending
this was real. There’s nothing more pathetic than a man
faking an orgasm, and Javier was somewhere else
when lightning touched his guts. The sex was good enough
but something buried deep in that apartment
smelled like someone rich had died
while working on his tan, a sheen of oil
on all the molecules, like Texas in July.
It crossed my mind that I would kill
to have the last two hours back, before he looked at me
like I was something he could drink. “You'll die
if we do that again--" A line cut out between his legs
full of sin and Red Bull, grinning
like he just grew wings. I’m not young anymore
we both knew it was true, but when an angel tries so hard
to fall in love, sometimes you have to lie.