1:32 PM

...the time i drank far too much and first kissed your lips.
our mouths tasted of dirty martinis.
olive and gin and longing.
my memory is patchy
but i recall drawing imaginary, concentric circles on the seam of your pants
with my shoeless, stocking encased foot.

a ladder ran all the way up-
just where i wanted you to be.

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