He told me I was terrible at washing dishes,
held the fork up towards the dirty window.
See the egg, he said showing me the residue
painted on the tines.
I had to rewash them all, he says.
I don’t say anything
because last night
he talked about his ex-girlfriend
for so long he started to cry.
He told me how they were going to get married
and she packed up one day
while he was in class
He suspects it was Arizona she went to,
and tells me when we graduate, we can go there too.
He pulls me close to him at night
just to have something to push away in the morning.
Later, I will come by when he is in class.
And leave his t-shirt with this roommate.
He’s just messed up, the roommate tells me.
I nod and hand over his things, wanting
to be anywhere but in this dirty hallway.
The living room is filled with
the blue grey light of the television,
that most unnatural light,
and it casts the roommate in silhouette.
You should have said yes when I asked you out, the roommate tells me,
taking the t-shirt.
I can make you happy, he says.
He takes my hand,
rubs the inside of my wrist,
like a beloved pet
and puts it on his hard cock,
Come inside, he says.
Please! and then my name,