lone(ly)(r)(star)

The sky cracks and a gold rush hugs me
we’re stories above the world and
nightfall looms as the city lights flicker

This is going to be my summer
My mind races trying to piece it together
The summer of jean skirts and silk shirts

You look my way, shrug and smile
I bat my eyes at you with respite
you can’t get enough of my pursed lips
and spaghetti strapped shoulders

The warmth of your skin makes
my body ache, I think it’s desire but
I look and your tanned skin is burned
A firery rose color adorns your cheeks
we exchange glances and both know
we’re going to burn much worse tonight

Your profile was curt but honest
Integrity is hard to come by in this city
Men have a preference for a quick kill:
Feeling connected through a conversation
before rawdogging her on a Tuesday night
Only never to be heard from again

But I don’t text them either
I don’t reach out
I certainly don’t call
What is the Gen Z term for
mutual ghosting of two people
who fucked once