A Good Ending.

There were days
'specially back late in
Colorado and early on in

Where I would drift
days of drinking
and days of being drunk
and those wild days
of getting hand jobs in
moving cars where
she was driving.

And getting away with the
unintentional destruction of city
property where I was driving.

And fucking in parks
and fucking in beds
and fucking in cars

and sleeping in cars
and sleeping in beds
and fucking once

in a bathroom stall. And those were fun
days where once we
drank for damn near 12 hours straight
and didn't realize it till hour 13 and we
didn't fuck, but kissed and there was a superficial pang
of love there. Tasting
like whiskey and a humid Tennessee
summer wind.