Next Door

by Behlor Santi

I just ate a burrito with your boyfriend wearing Gucci flipflops.

Grammar.

I could mention your boyfriend again.

I just did.

My grammar is correct and powerful,

blindfully powerful.

Gucci flipflops

are nice.

Seeing you cry,

over your boyfriend, is nicer.

I prefer words

when they get me something I want.

Like your boyfriend.

For now.

Yes, you say,

we are friends.

Friends,

your word,

your world.

I leave the taste of burritos in mouths.

I taste bitter.