down like a shot

falling into unearthed light or something like that is who I was last night. you brought

me a drink you didn’t know the name of & told me I could get it. you

not the drink which I downed even though it was my 9th

of the night the drink not you. dancehall. always

dancehall. a manner of movement learned

& not easily lost so I wind my hips

anyway & something is happening

to you. you bout to start

some shit & I say good. not

because it would be.

I haven’t been

touched

in a while.

don’t start something you can’t finish is maybe the worst advice

I’ve ever heard as you drop a handful of my ass

thudding down a small flight of stairs.

that’s what I am. a small flight

of stairs, a small

flight, down.