first time

southern comfort was the drink.
woody harrelson was the bartender.

"I'm bored, wanna fuck?" she said,
she spit gum into her hand,
and stuck it to the barstool.

a rickety futon and a patchwork of blankets.
she hogtied me, knees to chest.
her mouth tasted like pennies.

we reeked of bourbon.
of lemon-drops.
of earthworms.

“I wish you were inside me forever,” she said.