76 or for Another

Jeremy said his name was James. I knew a man named James. He was Jeremy’s uncle. We were never close, he said. Okay. I won’t make proclamations. I swear I won’t make proclamations. You were never close. What do I say now? Something to soothe some rotten nerves. But wait. Down the hall, you stood and said it didn’t matter. Jeremy told me he wept in therapy. I said okay. Everything sold to you does not make you feel better, Jeremy said. I corrected him. Said it was me, not you. He shut up. Tomorrow is next week. Let us make it like you’re not his wife. 

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I fucked you on the floor. In your room, a sitcom from the 80s made the walls blue.