“I’ll never do it again cuz I love you!” Such a blatant lie turns me to ice. You’ve done it before, and you’ll do it again. I know you’ve forgotten already. But forgetting’s not an absolution and love has nothing to do with it. I’m all agony and loosed from my body. But then there’s a breeze, and I see the window, and I’m down the fire escape and gone. You’ll never do it again because you won’t have the chance. Your apartment building’s behind me, and it’s all gray sidewalk in front. Forgetting’s a privilege I wish I had.