rememberies

an unwelcome invitation and with that the gaze of deception that turns around at you
always at the last minute and right when you expected it, right when you hoped you didn't expect it
you'll always expect it
and it's glasses of wine. it's the cans of beer. they'll come through in the end, right when you hoped you didn't expect it
nights on porches, in cars, in creeks, on porches and
and always again it's there, but you expect it.
but there's not a chance, you're told. no hope, they say.
deception and lies.