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TRAMP: Tavah In A Good Mood

“There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wondered very far
Very far

And then one day
One day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me“

-David Bowie/Nature Boy

Tavah was in an unusually good mood, singing to herself as she wrapped up her work for the day. She felt a little hurried and in a bit of a rush to shut down the computer and get out of the office so that she could get home and change out her work clothes into something more comfortable. Something that showed off her legs a pair of short short cut off jeans and that sea green cropped tank. She giggled thinking about the last time they had been together stoned off their asses singing karaoke in her living room.

“Hey, the voice startled Tavah out of her reverie. Shutting down early today I can tell by the look on your face you’ve got a hot date.”

“No, I’m just meeting a friend for dinner tonight.”

“Yeah, right, meeting a friend is what they’re calling it these days? Mind if I inquire, does this friend you’re meeting have a nice, hard penis?”

“No. I mean, yes, but not for me. Well, for me, sort of, but we’re not like that, it’s not like that with us.”

Tavah didn’t like talking to the girls at work about her real life. But she had made the mistake earlier of mentioning Aaron to Chloe, even going so far as to show her some of his poetry. Of course, she had only shown her a small section out of the middle of ‘BEW’, her being careful not to offend her delicate Christian sensibilities.

“Oh my god, you’re meeting your little boy toy the poet, aren’t you? Do you know how many women dream about having a relationship with a man as romantic as that writer friend of yours? Are you sure he’s not gay?”

“Yes, Chloe, I’m sure, he’s most definitely not a homosexual. And he would die if he ever heard you refer to him as a romantic.”

“Sorry, it’s just that you’ve got this hot guy on his way to your apartment, you’re obviously into him, and well, he is a man, so he wouldn’t be wasting his time coming over unless he thought he had a shot at the title. So, you have to forgive me for wondering why the two of you haven’t delivered your closing arguments yet.”

“Darling, he hasn’t even seen my legal briefs.”

“So, what are you and Mister Wordsmith up to tonight?”

“I think we’ll stay in tonight to order Chinese or a pizza.”

“Sounds very cozy, then what?”

“We’re going to watch Moulin Rouge on DVD and then sing karaoke to the soundtrack.”

“Wow, sounds like quite an evening you’ve got planned for the two of you. Are you sure that the two of you aren’t both a couple of closeted mo’s in massive denial? I swear that is the gayest sounding thing I’ve ever heard of in my life, that’s queerer than a gay pride float in a Stonewall parade. Just be careful not to get too drunk, forget that he’s just a friend, and then wake up with his pecker in your mouth.”

“No danger of that ever happening.”

“Well, I mean he is a man, so it could happen. Just because you’re content with the current friend status of your relationship doesn’t mean that your friend is happy with the status quo.”

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return“

-about the author

JD Cloudy’s poetry has disappeared in the literary journals: Fatfizz, Mad Swirl, Texas Beat Anthology, Danse Macabre, Du Jour, and Death List Five. He has won no literary awards, entered no slam competitions, and never completed college. He lives to write in Dallas, TX.