to finish the night. Pondering
sausages, throw-up, and
dancing with Eli. A lot
happens. People turn 21.
Outside Salinas it’s just past
a not-so-somnolent dusk.
The mountains disappear,
provoke a reverence. Best
I can put it back in a bar that
no longer exists. I kiss the
barback, roll my eyes at the
Vuitton guy, and then I’m
drunkenly home. Find 3
condoms and a wilted
rose on my doorstep.
I’m always late anymore.
The East Coast arrives
with a coke headache
so they sleep it off.
Me, I’m just a breath a-
way with a pizza and
the Cartoon Network.
