It Started at Midnight

Did we even wait or linger
On wet beer garden benches?
Inches away from our best mistake,
Made possible by cigarette breaks
And sneaking away from work
Alert to slightest calculations.

Post-alcohol induced touches
Clutching to your arms in downpour
Soaring through muggy weathered rainstorms
Ignoring warnings.
Uncertain, but certain enough.


I met this guy at work, and the first time we went out together we got drunk on vodka and Malibu and soaked in this rain storm and ate 2 for 1 pizzas from Dominos in his car after after midnight.

We’re in March already. How did that even happen?


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