We’re sitting too close to the screen
The images are distorted, threatening to tip onto us
On the way out two girls approach us
One blonde with glasses and one brunette with long curly hair
The one with glasses is adorable, hard not to look at
She has that pull that makes me sweat
The other is asking me for a cigarette
Tommy gives her one
She’s proud of her interesting accent
The blonde just smiles away
The brunette is asking us about the movie
It was all right, we say
She says she’s from Tel Aviv
I can tell Tommy doesn’t know quite where it is either
She says she’s visiting
She asks if we smoke weed
She asks if we want to go back to a place they have
I’m picturing an apartment that has little in common with the real one
She says this to me while the little blonde smiles at Tommy
The two of them kicking phantom rocks
He looks at me and his face says the decision is mine
He has a girlfriend
I can’t make fast decisions
I’m still stoned
She’s looking at me, expecting a yes
No, we’ve got to get back to
And the joy drops from the air like a single sheet of rain, already drying
We’re all disappointed in me
Well, thanks for the cigarette
Tommy and I walk off
He says they were holding hands on the way in
And that he was surprised I turned them down
I say it just happened too fast
But really I just couldn’t stand to watch
As he grabbed another one right out of the air in front of me
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