Wait for It

by Mariana Zapata

I waved, smiling too wide at someone who wasn’t mine and couldn’t be.

Bitches. Not trusting myself to not call all of his exes sluts, my brilliant fucking response was another “Hmm.”

This is terrible internalized misogyny.

“I’ve only had four real boyfriends in my entire life, my ex not included. If I ever saw any of them again, they would probably run the other way.”

I was faint and dizzy as he kissed me, his mouth slanting from one side to the other as we ate at each other, like it was the end of the world and there was nowhere else either one of us would rather be.