We sat in a parking spot
Discussing our long running friendship/your new boyfriend.
As we finished our beers
I implied that I wanted to come inside
And started in on a back scratch.
You kissed my forehead, I remember
And put your eyes on me in a way that I read as nefarious, playful.
You either believed in what I was
Or you were letting me make moves
The chess game – in your favor – about over
This remains a mystery to me, still.
Kindly you looked away and explained
That you needed to switch banks in the morning
And that I was sick anyway.
You brought up that you also knew Jackson
And that it was a small world
[I thought bullshit – how many rich, white kids are there anyway?]
I started to get tired, and bored,
I began looking at my phone
Right in front of you.
You asked what I was doing next weekend
and drove home.