Trigger Warning
A kitchen with no cabinet doors.
the thing is, you stumble
through the kitchen in a daze,
whirling like a dancer
who’s forgotten half their steps.
this teenage stuff,
this drunkenness, brung only
low by time and in
its ever forward
motion. now, when I pass out
on a party-soaking sofa
my friends don’t murmur anything
about how very hard
I go. and waking up
to knuckled splinters,
and a kitchen with no
intact cabinets. and perhaps I could do
this teenage stuff forever
but my friends
all want to do other things. Jack’s
just bought a house – so has Celene
with Thomas, and Aaron’s married
waiting for a kid.
mixing port wine with coca cola,
mixing ginger ale with beer.
walking home, yelling
without companions. when the cops pull by
it’s not to check my age.