Basement

We got home from the party when it was light out again, 7AM, responsible owners taking their dogs for their morning walks. But before that. This is how it felt.

BASEMENT

In the backseat we swallow

a shimmery lightness

my blood turned to sequins

your mouth turned to mine

you put on her leash

while we wait in the weather

you’re not wearing leather

the bouncer says fine

the mirage of your mouth

keeps impossibly moving

I keep saying nothing

you hear it so well

I can’t even speak I feel

so fucking sparkly

in this unfinished basement

we mouth our own language

the water you push through my

lips tastes like rapture

I feel like a baby bird

practically falling

the words that you whisper

scream bright fucking scarlet

the stars are all sleeping

it’s just us awake now

each thought of tomorrow’s

selectively slaughtered

you unfurl my arms while I

curb stomp staccato

we could leave this party

whenever we want to

you said so before I

threw up in the bathroom

we’re dueling, unspooling

we’re smoking my Spirits

we’re cumulonimbus, our

lungs turned to dragons

the woman engulfed by the

latex keeps smiling

her teeth pop like cherries in

vacuum sealed plastic

it’s facedownassup in the

back of the bad room

the walls drip with luck

I remember the smell still

your dog is called Sunday

the stars are still sleeping

the Saturday skyline

erupts from the taxi

you’re washing the backs of my

eyes in the shower

you’re spitting warm water like

some fucked up fountain

it’s just us awake now

we mouth our own language

your dog is called Sunday

that’s his dog.

That’s me.