headchecks

my fingers smell like smoke;
yours, slightly of tamarind

happy valentine’s day.

on my tv
we watched two girls fall in love
with each other

and i saw you glance at me
your shirt pulled down over your jeans

maybe i kicked you out too early.
when we talked again i said i shouldn’t have.
and you agreed.

i made my bed before you came
maybe i should’ve played a song for you

“who stole your heart?”
you asked.
“i dunno.”
i lied.
“a baby!”
a friend said.

but we both knew
that you’re my baby