No names.
No cuddling.
Just skin and forgetting.
He smelled like cologne
and desperation.
I smelled like vodka
and panic.
After, he said,
“You’re so chill.”
And I laughed.
Because I was freezing.
2014: Online Encounters
in Poetry
No names.
No cuddling.
Just skin and forgetting.
He smelled like cologne
and desperation.
I smelled like vodka
and panic.
After, he said,
“You’re so chill.”
And I laughed.
Because I was freezing.