In the Bathroom at 3am

Words A.G. Travers Artwork Nikki Sztolc

Standing in the bathroom at 3am tipsy on caviar and white wine

I reach out to slide my arms around you and you pull me tight against your chest

I feel you press your soft mouth onto mine your teeth graze before our tongues clash

You slip your arms around my waist and lift me onto the fireclay sink

I tug at your sweater, your shirt, and your belt and you unzip the back of my dress

You slide your hands up my bare thighs and open them so you can inch nearer

There is a moan and then a sigh and I see your knuckles flash white

I feel you press deeper and harder and pry I know I don’t want this to end Puking in the bathroom at 3am tongue coated in bile and slime

I reach out for the toilet bowl chest heaving and beginning to congest

I fall back against the tile and porcelain discarded like somebody’s trash

I find my feet alone in the dark mascara lining my cheeks like ink

I peel off my T and drop it on the floor and wonder how I got into this mess

I remember the first time you said you loved me standing in front of this mirror

I can’t look at myself anymore I can’t stand the weight of this plight

But as I leave the bathroom, I hear you: “Lover, let’s just be friends.”

Artwork An Truong