By Ahmed Latif
“You just love creating conflict don’t you? You want to see me dancing in purgatory, perpetually in peril. But you can’t even make up your mind. This isn’t Tijuana anymore!
It’s more of a greasy dry heat here. You think I will wait for you. No, I deserve an answer now! I am not a hopeless romantic with a fiendish hankering for disrespect. Sorry sweetheart, I am not a Taurus. My birthday is in June. You don’t know what you want, but I know what I don’t want: your pity. I am not a black sheep, not even grey. I am more of off-white, cream maybe. Well I admit you’re intimidating with your initials for a name and sunglasses that cover 75% of your face. Clearly, this is not a question to be taken lightly but you can’t leave me hanging on every syllable like a Haiku sensei. No more games, especially charades or Pictionary. Just once be sure about something. Adamantly oppose and hear my heart break or say yes and let me rejoice. Well, do you want … fries with that?”