the girls locker room
me and you
the hallway and the doorway
and the picnic blanket in the breeze

blood on my knees
spit on my cheek
collarbone markings
from your teeth

show up after class
not the same as the last
you're high and i'm low
is this the way
it's gonna go?

sober makes me
feel heavier than
underneath that "man"
one whole year ago

now we dance
in the pitch black
dark of the locker room
you're grabbing for me
and i'm fumbling for you

falling on the ground
i don't see anything
but i feel your breath
as you ask
"what's next?"

and i don't know.