This girl I was with
licked salt from my neck,
drained a shot
and ate
an orange slice from
my mouth.
She drank too much and wanted
to take a bath. With me.
She even lit candles.
Her friend called her a whore
and made her cry.
Bryan laughed at the whole thing
and I heard his shattered heart
rattle in his chest.
Later on,
as her and I laid on the couch,
I began kissing her. She said,
"Talk…to…me."
I had no words for her.
I could have asked her last name, but it didn't
occur to me then.
She said she felt she might be getting sick.
I helped her to the bathroom;
the candles were still lit.
I held her hair back as she threw up.
What was I doing?
This was really a new low.
Shadows flickered on the tile
and all I wanted was to disappear,
to slink away from her, from everything.
