Billy is so close to me and the desire is strong, a giant wave pulling me out to sea always, but I won’t. I won’t stand there, with your boyfriend, and act like he is mine. As if the joke is ours. A joke is nothing to own; it is not a house or a family or a small white dog. It’s just a wave crashing over my toes, weakest just after it’s strongest, gone as soon as I feel it.
