i’m intoxicated from the pills & the wine & his company;
so i lavish myself with the floor, drinking in his scent
as he tries to pry me from the hardwood. he kisses me
on the head while laughing, which sends me into a rant
about how much i love him. when i say i’ll marry him,
he agrees. but because he’s standing me up under the
water & leaning against the shower glass, he doesn’t
take me seriously. i tell him i’ll remember everything,
wondering if he’ll think it all drunken nonsense.