Faggot.

I remember looking up from the book
and wondering where he had been.
His eyes watered,
the colour of chrome.

"Last night I fucked with the angel..."
He whispered.

I looked at him as though I understood.

Standing there, trembling at the door
he wanted me. And somewhere deep inside me
I knew that.

"So what now?"
I asked, as if reading from a script.

He shrugged,
as if he didn't know or didn't care.

I turned away from him,
reached for a cigarette.

And when I looked back he was gone.