Call me maybe

C., Brussels, Sept. 1992.

Call me maybe

Maybe I’ll let you kiss me. Maybe I’ll get up and ditch you. Maybe I’m the woman of your life. Maybe you’ll have forgotten me within the hour. Maybe my back will arch at the touch of your hands. Maybe I’ll return your gifts. Maybe you’ll suffer like a dog. Maybe I’ll love you like no one ever has. Maybe you’ll commit suicide. How am I supposed to know? Call me Maybe.