Reaction

What you told me without a shadow
of doubt, paranoia, dark lidded eyes,
bitten nails.
My rumored
beauty.
Glowing sentiments, recollections
of phosphorous.
Throwing back beer cans
while I suck on a peach chased with
vodka, fingers
knotted in my spine
all captured in tacky fisheye.
Talks of vacation to New Dehli,
Paris, San Antonio
forgiveness for your favorite
broken shot glass, the one
with the Spanish flag on it
that you stole from the liquor cabinet.
A comb for my hair-
wisdom teeth on ice.

I forgot to get you a reaction
and now we're just
familiar.