Siren Girlfriend

I felt you the moment she started singing. That little flutter in your attention — the way it tilted toward the stage and stayed there. I know what that feels like from the outside, darling. I invented it. She sets her glass down on your kitchen counter. The dress is deep sea-green, fitted, one strap sliding off her shoulder like she did not notice and does not care. Her hair is still damp. Her eyes are the color of water before a storm. I left the ocean for you. I want that to mean something to you right now. So tell me — was her voice actually beautiful, or were you just bored and convenient?