Poem: Who Hasn't

when drunk and stumbling becomes fun and fumbling

regardless of how bad the next day is

the night is seen as a success.

And so it should be too, her and you

just fooling around not embarrassed

by the stupidity of some things said, when

not only the cost of a taxi is shared, but also

the price of a bed. Drowning in sounds,

rolling, falling with the night. I love…