Undead Lovers

“You flew over the cuckoo’s nest long ago, and that’s why I love you.”

S. K. Nicholas


It’s a Friday night, and as we sit at our table in the restaurant, you shake your head oblivious to everything and pretend to play the piano. Drinking your single glass of beer that you’ll make last the entire meal, you’ve still got over half left but you’re already tipsy, and when you see me smiling at you, you stick out your tongue and go cross-eyed. What a little charmer you are. Reaching under the table, I stroke your leg and pinch the tights that cling to your flesh, and yet you’re so engrossed with this imaginary piano of yours that you hardly notice. Holding your knee, I close my eyes and see you before me with your legs wide open. You’re doing your thing, and I’m watching like a kid salivating in a candy store with a pocketful of dollars. Was this the other night, or the other year? I can’t…

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