how did we end up there? oh yes
it was midnight
and you called. i'd been drunk before, that day, and maybe i still was. the last sunday
, i'd punched you in the face and we ended up kissing. so we went to your house and you made a hamburger and there was half a bottle of jack daniels
hidden in a dresser drawer.
we drove to the park down the street and we climbed between the kid-sized wooden planks of the giant toy. you put your head in my lap
, and we passed the bottle back and forth and talked about nothing.
about the capital theater
and the basement of the library building, about canada and writer's block
. you made up words (and later, i learned, one meant rotten teeth
in japanese). and you kissed me, and pressed me down against the uneven logs of the platform.
it started to rain, but it was warm so i lit a cigarette
to celebrate. you took it from my hand gentle as an afterthought, and smoked until i took it back. and the whiskey was gone but my mind was as clear as the stars. you said, 'come home with me
,' but i couldn't because you smelled like my dad.
i've been here not quite a year, but it feels like forever ago