MADZI'S DIARY

It’s two in the morning when I get in and I have a message from the guy I saw twice last month. He’s drunk but he’s a poet and they’re always drunk. He starts, “I never tell the truth to my therapist.” I kick off my Louboutins and think, she’d probably be insulted if you did. He says, “I just show up twice a week and tell increasingly depressing stories about my, like. Abusive parents.” I think, I’m sure she thinks you’re progressing really well. He’s like, “I miss you, baby.” I know for a fact that he fucked my best friend last time he was in town so I say out loud, “Fuck you, asshole.” He goes, “I get in Tuesday. Suite at The Standard. I’ll DM you the room number.” It is now Wednesday. At least that number he tweeted at me makes sense now, but I’m exhausted and so I go to sleep. Published June 12th, 2020 on her Neutral Spaces blog.