Punch drunk at the hotel
he leaned against the elevator door,
you are pushing my buttons.
Buttons?
Back to reality
I told him and we slipped into
our respective double beds.
The next day he asked why I didn’t stay.
I couldn't sleep.
I didn’t tell him, I felt my heartbeat--
my body upright on the
dark mattress.
My phone lit,
texting a sleeping friend
and telling her I’m leaving here.
Into a familiar old morning,
punch drunk.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
Punch drunk at the hotel
he leaned against the elevator door,
you are pushing my buttons.
Buttons?
Back to reality
I told him and we slipped into
our respective double beds.
The next day he asked why I didn’t stay.
I couldn't sleep.
I didn’t tell him, I felt my heartbeat--
my body upright on the
dark mattress.
My phone lit,
texting a sleeping friend
and telling her I’m leaving here.
Into a familiar old morning,
punch drunk.