sitting
with my feet up
craving whiskey
in an effort
to stop other cravings
the neighbor upstairs
just got home
his slight frame
beguiles his inability
to step lightly
a knock on the door
i refuse to answer
it is her
the ex her
if she can refuse a hint
i can refuse
her knocking
emailing pictures
of her naked body
at all hours
in hopes
i will remember
the taste
of her skin
the stomping upstairs
muffles the siren’s knock
the offer
of smooth skin
to bury my face into
the way she rocks her hips
pushing my face
ever deeper
an attempt to drown
knowing
i will do my best
to lick the pearl
until one of us is hoarse
or suffocated
or both
stomp on you bastard
save me
from myself