My throbbing vein and
a sour taste
like a sour shot of
tequila,
still coating my tongue.
Tequila and the
taste of cigarette sparks.
My sun kissed thighs
and teeth marks.
My head heavy; walking
to the kitchen sink.
It's past December.
Your love
is like a bad hangover.
A beautiful night;
I wish I could even remember.