when you grabbed my ***
without looking in my eyes
                                          i probably should have felt something like a novelty.
when you kissed me hard against a wall
and stuck your cold hand up my shirt
                                          i probably should have known something more than your first name.

when the deed was done,
lying with harsh spaces on your futon
                                          one of us probably should have said something
                                          before the anonymity of the night
                                          ate us alive.