Punch drunk at the hotel
he leaned against the elevator door,
you are pushing my buttons.

Buttons?

Back to reality
I told him and we slipped into
our respective double beds.

The next day he asked why I didn’t stay.
I couldn't sleep.

I didn’t tell him, I felt my heartbeat--
my body upright on the
dark mattress.

My phone lit,
texting a sleeping friend
and telling her I’m leaving here.

Into a familiar old morning,
punch drunk.