Best Friend

The hair on my legs straightens

down just like the hair above your lip.

Tequila wrestles your tongue, resuscitating golden

hair and silver eyes through soft, pink lips.

I wish I'd known you then.

I would have bit my tongue 'til it bled,

but I wish I'd known you then.

To slip away your grief like your

gray briefs after one too many.

Would you speak of me then?

Would you you think of me then?

When all is quiet

and all is well

do you forget you need your car to leave?

Bottle opener ribs tucked inside a

flat chest.

Would you care for another drink?