like a writing desk

(my math teacher never told me
the rule to carry out all operations
inside the parenthesis first

i didn’t realize that this could apply 
to real life as well)¹

here’s what i remember:

you were drinking “good whiskey” that 
night and kissed me on the cheek one
too many times (nobody noticed) i was
drinking cheap champagne that i dropped
on the floor of our friend’s kitchen
we woke up with our legs tangled
in confused sheets with new
light pouring through the blinds
you used my chest as a pillow and 
described the sound of the push of blood 
to the rest of my body (thud thud, thud
thud)

i remember reading a poem once
about tiny rented rooms / bodies
spilled together / noons and nights /
miracles / morning coffee / records
and books

(happy new year)

(Source: likeawritingdesk)