Author: Reed
An older man sits beside me and
says he likes my shirt
I know what he likes
even though his are bigger than mine
The "conversation"
Read: him talking
and me not-listening
half-turns inevitably to him
and his disappoint-man-t
"It's hard to find other straight people here."
My coy smirk means
what he wants it to mean
and my silence on the matter
allows him to speak for me.
I'm the spring in the trap
for this thirsty rat.
He thinks he's slick.
"We should text. For class." For dick.
"Sure." Text. For class.
I know he wants this ass.
Not yet, though
Don't tell him yet.
I can't reel it in until
I get the inevitable line.
"I've taken this already."
"So I can help you." So pro-tip:
Take gen ed twice to be an expert*
*Some assembly and penis required
I am quiet up til now
Quietly tapping in his digits
Digital bag for DNA
"I'm a guy," I finally say
"Guess that makes you kinda gay."
And by the way, I make an A.
So suck on that if you're thirsty,
rat.