TWO POEMS

bad party

a short muscular man is talking to me because i am drinking whiskey straight from the bottle — "appreciate it and let it breathe" he pleads and shakes his head in disgust when i throw my head back and let it run straight and hot down my throat until it gurgles out of my mouth and coats my lips and runs down my face

he is very passionate and i am very sticky

i bum cigarettes from a law student with sad eyes who speaks earnestly about case files, we are standing outside in the rain when he starts talking about his past experiences with impotence and his current anxieties about "performing" and i bum another cigarette and nod my head in sympathy

he tells me his father was a lawyer too

at two am a girl that i had kissed a week earlier at a party starts tweeting about how she is bored at the party she is at and she tweets at me saying that i should come over, which i do — an hour long trip, i read on the bus — we finish the bottle of whiskey, watch half an episode of "the office" and have sex twice

i wake up and she has gone to work but has texted me saying i could sleep in 

her apartment building smells like chlorine

i want a gatorade

i am glad that it has stopped raining

2077 miles

i'm in chicago waking up at 2pm because i can't figure out why i should wake up earlier, cooking eggs lazily while listening to the radio, not bothering to shower because i can't be bothered

you're in san diego at a taco shop watching your 15yr old sister eat tacos while stoned, surrounded by boys, remembering being 15 and running with your dog across the beach, smiling as he drank the seawater 

i'm in chicago, walking down the street without purpose, grinning uncontrollably without reason, staring at people in parked cars, imagining their handles on social networking websites ("abrooks_1983", "drew_johnson_13", "yungassman_69_69_69")

you're in san diego looking at an email from a friend with the subject line "my new puppy" containing a picture of her new puppy, while painting your nails slowly and carefully, humming songs by sam cooke to yourself 

i'm in chicago, pouring myself a bourbon with ice and a little bit of water, typing everything i have consumed today into a word document (3 chicken tenders, 8.4oz red bull, a banana, a peach snapple, this bourbon)

you're in san diego at a party, idly watching "chopped" and thinking about the rumpled couch you are sitting on, watching two girls pretending to be drunk and waiting for someone to drive you back to the house you grew up in

at night we close our eyes and we are together