Pretty Boy

Pretty Boy by Ava Weiss - Photo by Aliza Abusch-Magder

I am a public library.
People check out parts of me.
Pretty boy checks out my love every Tuesday.
In his bedroom.
At 10 p.m.

Then returns it slightly more battered.

Aisles littered with torn pages,
Search for a spine that fits their lost alphabets.

I love pretty boy.
He may love me, too.
Until certain,
I stay mute.
Flesh on flesh.
The rest,
Fuck that emotional shit!

I nod.
Don’t mean it.

I betray myself.
Let him pivot my pages,
Bending my corners.

My emotions wear velvet and cashmere.
My love doesn’t wear a helmet,
It wears red lipstick.

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Ava Weiss is a senior at The Buckley School in Sherman Oaks, California. She is an avid writer and theater lover. She is also an advocate for animal rights and food justice. Her friends are very important to her; she loves going out with them and having fun. You will often find her dancing, singing, and telling silly jokes.
Accompanying photo by Aliza Abusch-Magder