I felt awful watching you ride away.
Who rides a bike?
(These days/in this country/in a skirt/at our age)
Who opens their beer with a skinning knife?

I'm jealous of your knife.
I want to whittle with it.

And who wears those outfits?
Did your teachers grade you up?
Or down?
Or in and out?

Three nights we've talked.
Three nights we've tried to connect.
Three nights things have been awkward, in a bad way.

You make me feel like an ugly little boy.
I'm intimidated by your beauty.
I'm frightened by how many swear words you know.