Of course I remember this night. I was lushly drunk off wine and having a darling time, running around in high heels, dancing with dads. I made the floors crush and the doors rush with ready—whoa, whoa steady now! Stand up straight, I couldn’t wait to take another sip and trip over those nasty sidewalks ripped, from years of hot and cold they shift, I drifted clumsy into the night.
Then I fight, a blank memory and scrambled mind of matter and debris, see the couch and long to slink to my knees, to succumb, to breath deep and heave, ho, heave, ho, to release the dance and the heels, the pool, the drunken chatter, my longing to feel, and suddenly…
Breath deep, heave, sleep, and leave. And on to a morning to pull myself together, so secret an abandoned eve.
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