to take my mind off things i went to a party
where, i figured, there would be plenty of ice.
there was, and also a sea of rum
in a large ceramic mixing bowl.
which i couldn’t manage to drink.
it was something about the molasses
or the guy standing next to the bowl
stabbing one of those wind-up alarm clocks
then i met a man who claimed he was his identical twin
but changed the subject when I pressed him
for proper documentation.
i found my way into a room
marked ‘7 minutes in hevn’
where everyone was on their hands and feet
later, while climbing the stairs
for the same reason people climb mountains
she came up from behind,
close, and associated
with very few words.
we stood on the roof and surveyed all the buildings
with incomplete tops
and elaborate lighting displays
and the night all the first-born sons got lost.
i said to her
you should know,
i am the kind of guy who answers the phone on the first ring
sixty percent of the time.
and, more often than not,
i wake up with an erection
regardless of what i have been dreaming of.
she asked me why no one thought
to make pancakes,
and i had no immediate answer for her.