Glamorama

He gives me his copy of a book

we both read years ago, that I

first found on my brother's shelf

amongst novels we had to read

for school. I am enthralled.

He says to go ahead and take it,

I don't need it, won't be reading it,

or something like that.

I don't remember

the exact words.

But I do remember that I heard

long ago that fate is what you make it

and I intend to break it in half

or in thirds because I always heard

that I was doomed to be alone

or die of gunshot wounds from

someone who loved me that

I didn't love back. And you

are my rebellion against that.