fucking manners

she was long
lean
shorn and drunk
and she
fell asleep
at a reading

before that she
scared away a
perfectly
polite woman
sat next
to her
giggling
stupidly
at all the
wrong moments

"I feel like i
laugh
at all the
wrong times.
am i laughing
too much?"

"no, girl,
yr fine. its
dark, its funny."

she took off her
pants and wrapped
my blanket
around her
over reflective
green briefs
so tight
you could see
the beads of jewelry
in her mound
pressing
the fabric

she kept
adjusting
that improvised
toga and
waving that
neon cunt
at the air
above my knee
and we ground
the air
between
us,
a joke that
didn't get old

i laugh at all the
wrong moments

at intermission
this other
hot mess
from the hood
was practically
on the nod
and, boy,
did they hit it off

"do you want to be
my friend? let's
be friends!"

i winced

after
intermission
the lights went
down as she
cuddled up
stroked my
shoulders
grazed my fingers
and passed
the fuck
out against
my chest

i laugh at all
the wrong
moments