Number 4

I will know you before I want to, before we exchange names, and you’ll turn up in a stalker-ish way and we’ll pretend we’ve never done things for money or to make people like us, but we’ve both stripped down to our underwear and let people photograph us and it helped but not as much as the promise said. And promises generally are watered down jelly, are unset ice cream, are blancmange and curdling cocktails.

When you need a fourth, when no-one sticks, and you’re convinced alone is forever, is okay, is the actual, I’ll hold the skin under your bra, beneath your elastic Y-front rim, and lie better than the last ones did.

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