stumbled

thought my glass smelled like puke

or maybe the whole bar or maybe

the guy leaning over me no he

smelled like cologne smelled like

this other time at a bar smelled

like blue shots oh there were blue

shots again, never good, no i mean

the cologne, or i smelled like puke

but not mine, even in the bathroom

with too many mirrors couldn’t

stumble my way into seductive

if i tried and he was trying to

woo me with talk of spray tan

and minivan or if another man

calls me a pretty girl I’m going

to puke in the bathroom with too

many mirrors i think it was me

chatting myself up, or she was

leaning over me smelling like

perfume, at bar ordering, calling

me pretty girl, brain-slipped, he

looked, confused, floor vapored

up, blue blazers roofed, walk-

leaned to not-home, night rain

aloof, somehow it was

next morning scrambled

eggs, coffee, fresh pear

still cold from the fridge

and i was saying i’ve never

had pear, i think and she was

saying just hold it on your

tongue, it melts like sugar