A Triangle With Four Corners

a triangle with four corners while sitting next to each other they both knew they shared a mutual hatred for me. hatred is the only thing that lasts, except for these two, it came with fear. after the drinks, after they ignored their lovers, after they hid inside the darkness of night, after they knew they'd be in some heat if anyone knew they were together outside of their relationships, the two swore secrecy. these two died years ago when they met and they vowed without vowing to be loyal to each other. their street days make them think I'm foolish, but my own street days overpower their daily feeble attempts to secure themselves inside a world without constant aggression and insecurity. their nightmares are pale, cheap and fraudulent. I exposed these two, the gangster and the female who cried on his lap because I knew what they didn't want anyone to know. they both talked about class, honor and how each of them would never betray their lovers. she threatened me: “you keep my name in your mouth, you're going to get !@#$%^ up!” he: brought a gun to the park, I told him if you're going to kill me then do it. I'm not !@#$%^ up, I'm not dead but they both sit in fear of sharing the same fear. they don't want his wife to know there was more than one night together, you both fear exposure, you both know nothing of class, honor or loyalty to a lover. he says it didn't happen, she says believe her and let it go. they are louder than they planned to be, they are vibrant, I know what they don't want me to know... love is like a fog. it burns with the first daylight of reality. By: Chicano Eddie 8.21.18