Three's a crowd
Three’s a crowd The pub’s spilling with friends who’ve never met (odd, that on this last-Final day I don’t want to drink), and as the fulcrum I’m led to wonder. The Gorgeous Boy and James, delighting to offend. James and Richard, meeting once, on darkened Cornmarket, unwilling to admit how similar they are. Gurdeep and James, esotericism and egoism and both so far away. Always, it comes back to one. Had I let him, I might be princessed by his kiss. Convention, protection. This terrible weakness for boys called James. It was always better when he wasn’t there. A keyboard with headphones plugged in, Loveless and red wine. I can’t stand the thought of losing her.
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