Idea for a short story

If I could pin post-it notes to the sky,
Detailing and dictating my fears of the future and the past,
I would have enough paper to blot out the stars.
Only I'm betting we would run out of trees first.

I remember telling a girl,
"Stop me if you've heard this one before but,
If I could swim to the deepest part of the ocean
Or sail to the farthest star
To prove my love for you,
I would do it.
But I can't do any of those things,
All I can do is say, 'Hey, would you like a beer'"

When she asked me if I was trying to take advantage of her I said,
"I hope not, but it's hard to tell sometimes."

I asked her if she was going to try and fix me.
"Fuck you" she said and smiled.
I grinned back and laughing yelled,
"Fuck ME!!"

Later that evening we found ourselves in an apartment
Mine or hers, pick your favorite, it doesn't matter.
We sat around like old buddhist monks and listened to punk rock.
She looked like a rockstar the way she pulled the ash off her cigarette and into her teeth.

"If you could accomplish anything in life, just one thing, what would it be?" She whispered through dust-covered lips.
I thought about it for a minute, an actual minute too, and she just stared and sat and smoked.
"I'd like to be the second or third result in an image-based search for the word queer."
She giggled, "Do you take anything seriously?"
I grinned broadly back at her and bounced to the record that was playing, Fugazi I think.
"I love this band" I said all casual.
"I love the way you love them" She smiled blandly.
Do you love anything? whispered my skull.

She tasted like Genesis.
That's not me trying to be poetic and using smoke and ash as a metaphor for dust and Adam and Eve and the usual Biblical lexicon.
Open up a Bible and lick the first page of Genesis.
Now you know.

Afterwards I noticed a trail of small scars along the inside of her forearm.
Circular, pink lilypads surfacing and seeping in a tangled line.
She smiled briefly and her brown eyes turned black.
"I dunno." She said

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