Two columns Pull quote Real review

Two columns. Pull quote. Real review.

His line in the sidebar—plain, true,

the kind I've chased for years. I read

it three times. Closed the tab. The dread

showed up at two. Opened the tab.

His name in the title bar. A jab

I keep clicking into. Texted Nice.

Meant it the way you'd mean ice

in a drink you didn't want—sure, fine,

refreshing. His line. Not my line.

I keep saying that: not my line,

like owning the absence is a sign

of something. Jaw tight. Smile on.

He earned it. That's the con—

he did. He earned it. And the glad

I feel is real. Under the glad,

something smaller. Hotter. Bad.