i walk down into the bar i still call "my favorite in town"
and there he is
hands around my waist
breath on my neck
kiss me and dont ever tell
there he is
here for someone else
as i make a scene, slumped up against
the chalk-soaked brick
and the band continues to play all the same
we catapult down into the basement of another must-visit
filled with the neon light of a cursive sign
cheap gin and tonics to match
and there she is
with wandering hands under shirts
and the oscar-winning performance
of two women, pressed close
against the wood pillar
now steeped in stale desire
and the well drinks pour all the same
we stumble past the still-unclean fraternity
i can taste the light beer that he and i used to drink
chasing the whiskey that kept our affection afloat
tongues down throats,
marlboro reds, lucky one flipped
until the very end
and the ice melted all the same
dark bar, dark porch, dark bedroom
where they were ****** and forgotten
until muscle memory brought them back swinging