Embarrassed; Public

The lawyer would call me on the phone; “why don’t come down to my job and have lunch with me, today? Ok. For 2 bitches at odds, we spent some time savoring how it was; sistah girl. She would come to our dorm room casual on that timeline for a legitimized oopsie-pseudo black lesbian erotica done right; still siddity with an ethnic dialect; jerky. Sometimes have a seat, wait, tinker around on the desk, silence escaping something else unrequited/ unaccounted for between us (primping what I didn’t have with the music filling the rest of me in to keep her entertained) -I got along better with her than the/my roommate-her bestie…probably explains why she popped into the mirror looking at the back of my head, instead of my bunkie…matter of fact ”Michele’s at class tonight (English phd program)-staying, going or what?”… I had cut my hair off; tiny twists…going through something…yea that’s another one who would’ve struck out physically just on general principle at 6’0; convinced she wore heels even to work just for the trip or to make me seem short on the days we met up but black slacks, jeans on Fridays. Yellow, one eye brow up, one eye brow down like somebody arched them wrong in some other life; clean cut- I gotta give her that (clique-tats, strange piercings- not particularly favorable for this generation/ clique of women) and had never seen hair peak at that length through the years- Chinese straight in a pony brought up sex; walking alongside the shops. Combative got triggered and says “you ain’t gotta fucking touch me sexually” with (I was so embarrassed; I blocked everything out-this time) bystanders in the plaza- staring at a verbal tirade of one. Both of us feeling the other was being emotionally abusive. Out done.