Unreliable Witness

Your mouth at my ear. My teeth on a lie. You said he was nobody. I gave him your eyes. You move in my lap. I move him between us. Say his name. No—mine. I said mine. You kiss the left side of my neck, I count, count back: bed I never saw, man I never met. Your breath kicks once. I treat it like proof. You laugh. Did he find the place you press when I— No. Don't say where. Your mouth is on my chest. I ask if his was. You lift your head. I tell you not to. Tell me. Don't. Tell me where— No. Your thumb hooks my waistband. I see his hand instead. I wish I'd stop talking. Your hands aren't evidence. I keep searching them anyway. Thumb, palm, print, I pin what isn't there. You kiss me. I ask what he knew. You wait. I pry. When you tell me the truth, I start making things up. I stop inventing his face. For maybe four seconds. You pull me toward you. I open my mouth. Did he—