#19

Worried About Taking Stock

Two glasses of cold, pseudo tropical
rum and coke

Four shots of medicine cabinet brand
vodka
down the hatch

A can and a half of Pabst, I shared
with my new next door neighbor

A Leffe Blond that started the descent
into the colorful night
ride
that I should
remember. Words sound funny.

I played with her hair first, then her wrist. She kept
rubbing my chest, though I giggled several times.

She spilled a Mike's on my couch then. Holding it side-
ways as it poured
into the cushions and caverns of couch fluff.

I pawed at her and she pawed back. There we were tumbling
too into the sweaty, scratchy cushions. We are there with the
cat hair. We are there and we sleep on a penny with a lifesaver
wrapper for a bed sheet. We become a children's novel.
It's easy to read in my face and in her body's hunch next
morning. Would I could I return to something simpler
without the complication of shrinking myself. I need
less of a drug life and more of a life lived drugged.