Jealousy

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?

I’m loving ChatGPT….

Thinking about fucking. And anger. Mostly, anger.

Charlotte’s gonna get fucked. And I feel safe.

I get confused about which is which.

What I call jealousy is really something more primitive — the fear that I’ve simply ceased to exist in your mind.

Charlotte wants to come. She forgets that she – in the current configuration – comes for ME.

I fly toward flames — jealousy, rejection, abandonment — and then wonder why I’m singed. Charlotte and I are working out the terms of our burning.

Charlotte had her second threesome.

Every silver lining has a cloud. The alcohol got away from me at the end, and what had been a truly spectacular day ended sloppily.