"Aw, Fuck," I said.
"I think I just shit myself."
Next to me sat a pointed nose,
Jet-black hair with lazy bangs,
Giggling, spilling her vodka-redbull.
"It ain't funny, lady."
I walked to the bathroom,
my belly aching from
the need to pee.
Too drunk to stand steady,
I sat on the toilet.
Wiping my ass, I realized,
I'd not shit myself.
At the bar, I explained,
"It's all good -
Just some leftover heartbreak."
She smiled gently,
offered me a drink.
"Gin & Tonic, 2 limes," I said.
The bartender eventually called last call,
to wit I replied,
"I'll always have my loneliness."
I finished off my beer,
slowly standing up ....
And there she was, again.
"You gonna shit yourself
on your way home?"
she asked, giggling.
"I'm lucky enough," I said,
"to not have a home."
Her face softened, sad.
"Then come home with me."
screaming at low volumes
