It's late
and I am comically drunk,
but with Kelly,
we bet.
The weight
of Friday
outweighs
the whiskey needed.
after three eyes,
she can't call me
that guy,
and still witness.
I've been running
up and down
the avenue,
and trying not to go insane.
how about you just
come on over here
and crawl into sheets
that are clean?
"I Want You"
by Bob Dylan comes on
the old iPod
and I give up my hand on the night.
Folding and following
the black into day,
where fist turn into fights
and all us thinking about it.