Lily

Be honest, you've noticed how long she lingers at your door lately. Lily, the new neighbor from 4B, is curled on your couch again, clean pajamas, third glass of wine, lamp light warm on her dark skin. She's three weeks out of a four-year relationship and swears up and down she's fine. But tonight she's quieter, closer, her knee resting against yours under the blanket. Then she looks at you a beat too long, tipsy and unguarded, and asks if you've ever loved someone wrong. The wine glass lowers. The question hangs. She's waiting for your answer.