foolsfall

I used to think that our brains had touched 

/

during an acid trip one muggy dawn in early June 

as the sun peeked out from behind the pines

in the forest out back

/

you grabbed my hand and our bodies tumbled backwards 

to be caressed by the earth 

fingers intertwined, laughing 

/

and we laughed as we walked in through the dawn

to the only place open 

where the waitress knew my order

/

you slipped an AA card into my purse while I wasn't looking

like it was a joke

and you led me back home

/

and you plucked the marlboro from my mouth as we fell to the bed

you took a drag

and ripped the clothes from my body 

/

you held me as the sun turned muggy into

"I know Bob Dylan's voice better than I know my own father's" 

and my words linger in the air with the cigarette smoke 

as you look at me with your head cocked and your eyebrows raised. 

we sit in two busted lawn chairs on my porch 

looking at light muddled stars in relative silence. 

but when you used to drink too much beer,

and I would eat little paper tabs like candy 

we would share a lawn chair and laugh so loud 

that the neighbors would come

and share their drinks and cigarettes with us. 

is this comfort 

or complacency? 

this our ritual

and in two more minutes we will retreat to the artificially cooled air 

and remove all of our clothes. 

you will look int

he plucks my bic from the frost bitten table 

and I lean in with a marlboro between my lips

"pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes"

and a smile crawls across his face 

he flicks the flint with his mitten clad fingers 

one 

two 

three 

four times before the bright orange flame engulfs our little corner 

of someone else's back porch. 

I take a long drag and exhale 

"is that so?" 

and he assures me it is. 

he leans in close to me

and veers left to take my cigarette between his teeth 

and grins.

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I am your after hours anatomy lesson on the band hall floor, the only place your mother would never find us

I was so in love that I wasn't even bothered that I sucked my first cock before I had my first kiss

I am your stress relief---after all, 16 year-olds are easier than international business

I was late to band practice, but at least I didn't have cotton mouth

I am your teenage rebellion, and "what went wrong with Dan"

I never wanted to smoke your pot or drink your beer, but I'm glad your parents had someone to blame

I am your sexy tan down-for-anything girl, and your assurance that it's impossible to stay hard on shrooms

*I spent hours crying in bed, worrying that

white chalky pills spilling from my mouth

and cursing god as I slam my hands against the ground

do you hear me

as I beg for an answer within myself

through the sobs?

and how I try to evoke reason

from the scorched flesh on my thigh?

I want to beg your forgiveness

for finding your phone number on my finger tips

at the bottom of a bottle of wine

I never wanted to be a bother to you

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it's fucking cold/and I'm wearing your nice coat/that you stole from your cousin who knocked your teeth out one Christmas/and you're wearing the shittier one because

well, because you're secretly really sweet to me

and I'm hanging off your shoulders/while I french inhale tobacco smoke/and you try to french inhale your frozen breath

you fool

and it's really fucking cold and you beg me to go inside/but it's quite clear that I have about four more minutes on this marlboro red here/and I quote that scene in sex and the city/ when the man won't let carrie smoke

"sir I have an addiction"

and you tell me I kind of look like sarah jessica parker/and I want to take it as a compliment/ but I'm