Last night

I drank punch from a mason jar
and talked to a guy who spoke in mumbled jargon,
touched me with rough hands that smelled like axe body spray,
who tasted like peppermint schnapps and resembled my boyfriend
but the fumes from his touch twisted into spirals that left me blind

He left me to drink at the Attic and I missed his soft touch
but instead I talked to another guy who was DTF
because he let me share his pipe, what else would he mean by that?

“Her lip-ring fell into my mouth as we made out”
He told me

He let me float away later that night,
“Are you good for another hit, babe?”
I knew I would end up on the bathroom floor later, but I wanted more
“Yes.”

The floor would be soft, and he would rub my back as
I scream yes but the toilet would be say no more