getting ready
- J.Lorito

- Feb 12
- 2 min read

Photo by J. Lorito
By: J. Lorito
when I smell cigarettes
I see her
getting ready
in the mirror
of the living room
Evangeline with pink lipstick
caked on
chapped lips
& a cigarette
stolen from
grandpa’s shirt pocket
she was everything
performing for me
I memorized
how she watched herself
feed her mouth
while talking to me
quick glances
through the mirror
she taught me to lie
we fucked around drunk
with a slinky
dying hair
pissing in her sink
we would steal
from Zellers
then sit in the
The Skillet
& charm the
waitress for
free fries—
her grit
my innocence
we were an
unstoppable
improv team
it never dawned
on me she might
be working me
in grade 9
E. walked me up to
older guys
like her prop
told them
I was her little
sister
eliciting
the comparison—
they scoped out
our tits & cunts & hips
in kilts
in approval
she laughed
then pulled me away
E. owned me
sidekick
for all crime
stole a car
summer
going into
grade 9
wine coolers
& rollerblading
heckling
ushers at the
movies
we could be
doing anything—
walking up
to Beckers
for popsicles—
it was all funny
like we had created comedy
we were tapped in
drunk on collecting
characters & stories
I was in love
with her brother
she may
have tried
to fuck mine—
but who cared?
nothing compared
to us & our ongoing show
until a boy
punctured the comedy
he used E.
then moved on
to woo me
it divided us
the jealousy
but we never
talked about it
not really
years later
as young adults
drinking
rye & ginger
in my backyard
we divulged
old secrets:
we were both
duped
& discarded
he had gone
to the bar bragging
that he bagged us both
we raised our glasses
held the moment
remembering
who we were
before him
then stumbled
down the hill
to the empty tavern
harassed
the staff
like we used to
E. danced on a pole
to make me laugh
& we shut the place down
later that year
the tavern
burned to the ground
local landmark
took a while
to rebuild
now a convenience store




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