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SHE HAS GOOD TASTE IN MUSIC from the collection “Sick Building” by RJT
We met on the campus bus, she had good taste in music. The Shins introducing us; we hummed to whole way home. By then it was getting late, she went to room 208. I went to my room alone. She admired the books I read, she read the titles to me. I had them stacked by my bed; she sat at my desk. She said she loved Lord Byron, all the while I was trying to get things off my chest. We got drunk behind the caf. November air was chill. I kissed her and I made her laugh; she said that I surprised her. She was as good with clues as Shaggy or Scooby Doo. She said there were other guys but that I was kinder. And then she went down on me. Somebody may have seen us. I ran my fingers through her hair. The night it was everywhere. Then it was Christmas break, although my family is Jewish. I called on the 28th, now it’s New Year’s Day. If what I heard was true, she’s transferring to NYU. She told me that, but I thought she might stay. There’s nobody in this town, three weeks with my parents. We go to my brother’s games, we watch the Amazing Race. I sleep in the cellar, and if I could I’d tell her I dream of how she tastes. In winter the light’s so dim the sun is like a stain. I jerk off to ‘Phantom Limb’ it’s better I guess than crying. The school won’t release my grades until the library gets paid for their “Complete Works of Byron;” I must’ve left it on the train.
Written and performed by Ryan J. Tressel
