Maybe Next Time

by Cesca Major

Then I went over it twice which I worried made me look a bit psycho but I thought I’d made the seven look like a one.

“But that was basically the nicest thing a human man had ever done for me ergo I will wuv him forever.” “That is very sad, Jas. You need to hang out with nicer human men.” “There aren’t any. I have scoured the whole of South London and have come up with nothing, nada, nil.

I found you, I’d thought.