20 years my senior but young at heart and in body until you said “give me a minute”
i realized then i didn’t want to be there but i longed for any contact and feared any lack thereof so i gave the minute you asked for
i asked for water and you returned with a diet soda bottle relabeled, filled with water and flimsy as if it had seen the hands of several, the warmth of flesh leaving it pliable like a familiar, flaccid penis
i thought “this is fine” up until the moment you commanded a robot to “play the Beatles” and then “play Led Zeppelin” as if i’m so young i could have never possibly heard of them
the words made my stomach turn and i thought about how the technological daylight made you more withered than the night before and i began to see the experience on your face deepen and the withered lines turn into pits of gross realization and as the gap in my stomach grew i thought to myself
“the Beatles fucking suck”