Katie mentioned you
after school while we were
sitting in her room,
orbed by psychoactive fumes.
She told me I would love you,
and quickly introduced you,
not before urging me to take care
of you, to never lose you. I nodded
off for a second. Katie smacked me,
told me she was fucking serious.
You reeked of cannabis. Katie said
not to move too fast, that you were
stranger than the others.
With Hurricane Ivan on the horizon,
we were stuck inside
for the weekend. You were exhausting,
with hellish lashes.
You told me about your father,
what a monster. I stayed
with you for hours, and fell asleep
as the storm killed the neighbors.