Do you remember that night in May?
It was almost summer &
we were flushed hot, skin burnt from
Jagger bombs & Tullamore D.E.W.
We came here,
Mad Planet,
sweat slicked, disco thighs,
& we danced to “Boys Don’t Cry,”
Later that night,
I watched you undress.
You took off your clothes,
peeled off your skin &
laid before me, delicate,
raw.
You kissed my nipples
hard.
I love you but-
I held you close,
like a fishhook through your thigh.
I knew how to make you come
undone & fold your body like
origami.
I tried to make it last,
but you were like not enough butter
spread across too much toast.
My body was your bread & wine
but Christ,
I couldn’t save us both.
In the morning,
I packed you up in a plastic Sendiks bag
full of concert tickets, chewed up guitar picks &
a 14 karat gold ring.
It was hot on your front porch.
My dry mouth full of
almost
goodbyes.