Ode to the Girl in the Bed Next to Me
We drank the beer from the keg.
It was bad.
Whatever.
I was able to find my dorm room
Eventually.
The sex we had was good
I assume.
My head. Oh God. Water.
And yours?
Ahh, but there you are. The lump of you
Under the sheets. Still. Sleeping.
I canít see your face at all.
Iím sure youíre a good person.
Better than me probably.
I need to lie back down.
For a long time.
And so to you I say, ďSleep tight.Ē
And when we wake up.
Please donít give me a fright.