hangover strawberries
on new year's morning
from the hand of a boy
whose name
I don't recall
but who
held my hair
with recognition.

the sugars
rubied
on the toilet seat

I've never had to do anything I didn't want to.
I've never had to do anything.

hesitant tenderness
when strangers kiss goodbye
testing the flutter when name passes through threshold lips
     this was all
     years ago.