You asked me, drunk, if you could
be my first sober first-kiss.
Which was funny, because we
were already kissing,
and both drunker than I’ve been
since him, since forever.
But you asked anyways.

Maybe you forgot
about that part
of our *****-soaked
weekend.

But if all I can be
is your mistake,
then I
hope at least
I was your
favorite
one.