Interruption

Interruption

I’m sorry, I say

I recognize my mistake immediately. I did not mean to interrupt you.

“Blah, blah, blah,” you mimic, “I’ll shut up since you want to talk so bad.”

Our fun Friday night turns ugly. The few comments I dare to make when you allow me to sit across from you are met with steely silence.

You go inside early, without a word to me.

Music continues to pump from oversized speakers and hungry mosquitos circle my bare legs. I wore a dress, unfortunate attire for the evening. I wanted to look pretty for you.

I am immobilized

Will I make it worse if I follow you into the house?

Will you break stuff?

Lock me out of my room?

Hopefully by tomorrow, my thoughtless blurt out will be forgotten.

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