my head rests on my date's chest, & we're watching a movie on his busted couch. i'm more interested in the rhythm beneath his skin than the explosions on the screen. you have a calm heart, i say, & he grunts, strokes the back of my head slightly. my ex said my heart's a blender, a scary thought: i'm resting on swirling sharp insides. why would he say that? i ask, wondering if his ex only made that comparison out of spite. a helicopter blows up right after i finish my sentence. loud on the screen, the fire red, claying up the sky black. my date reaches over my body, grabs the remote off the coffee table, & lowers the volume. i look up from his chest & his burnt butter eyes stay on me as he speaks, cause i got a lot going on inside. hard to figure out what is what, ya know? just like i know you do.
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