Not Now – By: Bri Griffith

Mikayla hands me a shot of Tequila and asks,

 

Aren’t you happy to be alive?

 

I say, Yes, swallow the burning

liquid, and try not to think

about the box cutter

in my back pocket.

 

Mikayla hands me another shot,

but before I can down it, she sinks

her teeth into my bottom lip,

 

and I remember the box cutter

like a bad dream—I think,

no. I think, not now.

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