At 4 am
He tried to talk about the stars
For some reason, you told him it's because he's never ****** before
And we all acted like that was okay
After he stumbled his best away from us
I told you how wrong you were
Then you asked if I could 'maybe help him out a little'
I haven't told you just how wrong that was
Waiting, standing, or sawying on the porch
We were joined by the others
To move on upstairs
Light it, smoke it, pass it, drink it
Now count them
Two, three, four, one after another
The bodies that dropped and rest where they fell
Producing a sweet slumbering silence
That I tried to take advantage of
But no, the guest bedroom is open
And you're awake
And you're drunk
And you smile at me crooked
I know very well your twisted pursuit
I know I'm not taking advantage of anything
We finish.
Back across the hall
To where your brother, among the others, slept
And I hoped he was dreaming about the sky
Or the conversation I would have liked to have with him about it
Almost 8 in the morning
Time for me to leave
But you had to lose your keys
And wake your brother to take me
In his truck, in the mirror
I examined myself
And said I looked like ****
He didn't even laugh
Instead, he told me that I never could
I lit a cigarette
Wondering
How he could say that
Not wondering
Why you never have.
We pass the construction, the apartments, and reach the house
I hugged him
'You're better than us.'
It's 10 pm the next night
And I hope he still wants to talk about the stars.