It started at 12:05am
Mildly nervous, even nauseous,
the thought of you knowing curls my tongue backwards.
Then it was 1:17am
Courage kicked me hard in the stomach, or was it stupidity?
Still not sure what happened.
Then it was 1:19am
A sound, your words, erased the existence
of the next few hours of my life.
Then it was 11:01am
I said it straight, none of the sugar coating,
heard what I thought. Stuck in the zone.
Then it was 8:30pm
Guys’ night outs are therapeutic, they say.
Bitter-sweet companions later to be culprits.
Then it was 11:50pm
The world’s out,
one more shot, sweeter and sweeter each time,
crunchiest curse word,
a numb slap in the face
but big boys don’t cry.
And then it was 6:04am
spelt with a hangover.