Later, Stumbling

Dancing turns my skin red, wet, and my breath heaves

from down low

escapes my lips

and hits his face like cold temperatures. You stumble in with whiskey

at your side and I am wrapped up in skin,

grab your face and

stutter apologies

but you laugh. Gone, I am wrapped in the arms of a new toy,

he is all I taste presently.

Later, later, stumble home, snow spins in my eyes,

I am hard to find

but you are home.

I climb on top and drip like a broken faucet, whispering:

I'm an awful person and you know

I'm a jealous girl,

you know you should be angry for what I've done.

You bend me up and sweat,

everything is forgiven

I am so raw.