Naked Lunch

I was drunk,
but that wasn’t unusual when you were there.
You were like a glass of champagne:
bubbly, exquisite,
and going straight to my heart.

I was drunk,
and I cooked you dinner of a sort.
A romantic gesture hidden by your boyfriend
who was upstairs
and my fear of saying anything I shouldn’t.

I was drunk,
but he was drunker, neglecting you.
I nourished you and stupidly told myself not to kiss you
under any circumstances.
Everyone’s a fool when they’re drunk.
 

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