Afterward
she glanced at my bare nipple
and chuckled,
“Ooh, I just know
you’re going to break my heart.”
Which got me hard
– so we started up again.

I was so pleased
but I should’ve been pissing myself
with laughter.
There is no one
ever
who has gotten her heart broken by me.

There were girls I liked
and ran away from them.
Girls who liked me
that made me run even faster.
There have been crushes
and relationships
and rushed affairs in backs of cars
and bars and tarps.
But I don’t believe
that I’ve ever had any power
to hurt any one of them.

I’ve never been important enough
or charming enough
or clever enough
or anything else to elicit much of a reaction
from the ladies.

I’ve made a girl cry
once or twice
but
hormones were probably involved.

So when this girl said
I was going to break her heart,
I held her close
– after the fuck –
and said,
“I don’t think so.
More likely
the reverse.”

We were both right.