The hall floor
was sticky and full
of dance and strange boundaries
From your daddy's cabinet
you had stolen a bottle
of mint (liquor) and coins.
And when we kissed I believed
in victory or in death.
Tell your man to wear
Che Guevara
when you two fall down in bed.
For a moment would it bring the danger
that twisted our stomach back then
when we painted our eyes in black,
rebelled at the smoking area,
and raged against the machine?
To our three-person holding cell they are now
delivering salt and bread.
I wait in the corner
for insobriety.
Your man brings you
a glass of wine and water.
It is so sappy that
it revolts me.
And when you two kiss
I want to be somewhere else
or someone else.