"I KILLED IT!" she screamed,
then spilled her drink on my dreams.
Her dress, I mean.
It's what I meant to say.

"You know,
some bleach will clean that right away."
What a mess.
We must have fell three times that night.

I don't mind concrete so much,
so long as it's underfoot and not in my gut.

She sang that song all wrong,
but it's okay.
It felt right.