There is a song,
when put on the stereo I think
My ex-girlfriends house
smoking a joint
as the sun set behind us.
Sweating from the thermometer
105º for the past two weeks…
Stale sweat like a girls locker room with a dash of perfume
three dogs, and a guinea pig
dirty sex, twice
old cigarettes and unwashed sheets.
Awkward sex in passenger seats,
stuck emergency breaks and annoying shifting knobs
in a car too small for two…
but you sat by me anyway.
A cigarette cherry falling on my bare chest
leaving burn rings outlined by…
sloppy sunscreen application.
Stale hamburger buns
burnt and charred week old hot dogs
three drops of ketchup from a half used McDonald’s packet…
and drinking wine from the bottle.
Slamming espresso Shots
Sucking sweet cigarettes
Suffocating sloppy smooches.
Midnight movies at The Inwood
on Inwood road
double feature Rocky Rocky Horror
what a combo – a one two punch to the…
wait, is that a sweet transvestite?
Laughing over coffee and cigarettes
because really, that was all we could afford,
and leaving hungrier than I came
but, getting to see you;
reminds me of that song.