sag season

your face is sticking to my brain
like a wet t-shirt hung up in the
bathroom after we jumped in the
deep end lit by underwater bulbs
that night we kissed dripping stars
on the chessboard dance floor and
you spun me around until i was dizzy
collapsing under laughter
i haven’t seen you since the last time
you were drunk and didn’t
let me leave
not much of a fight
convinced to stay
no words necessary
too dumb to listen to our
discipline drenched in alcohol
yet too smart to choose each other dry