I said “I don’t wanna” and meant “talk about it” but I knew you knew what I meant.
You said “fine” and I knew you didn’t mean it. You never mean it when you say “fine”.
I went to turn on the TV and you said “don’t” so I stopped and didn’t. I picked up a book instead.
You stared at me like I was a screaming pigeon. I turned a page.
You got up and turned the TV on. You stood there, flipping channels until you found one that just had static on it.
You sat back down. I turned another page.
You put your feet up on the coffee table. You knew you know you knew what this would do to me.
“Fine,” I said. “Be that way.”
I put my book down and took off my shoes. I took off my socks.
I took off my shirt and undershirt. My pants and boxers. I sat there, naked, and stared at you.
You stared back.
And we stayed that way until we both came, with stiff little moans.
