a good night--
"glad we met," you smile, hungover

but you better get her
name right when you punch that number
into your phone 'cause
your uncertainty is showing

five-oh-five...

getting drunk is the best
said the drunk girl
you are everyone and everyone
is yours

touch my hands

my face

arch against me

i can taste

sugar and spice

in every kiss

shared

dinner

if i act cold it's only because

i am cold. what, were you expecting
a lengthier explanation? listen: you're no
Freud-couch and i lie to my therapists.
go away, soft boy. your heart is
too many mashed potatoes.

everything here is
plastered in american apparel
advertisements

everyday i sift through
Abercrombie and fitch
extra smalls

everyone get on your
OBEY hoodies
we're going to walk into the ocean