Late Night Goodbyes

4am

Turning off my alarm,

I was awake anyway.

How could I sleep,

With you in the bed?

Last night in town,

With you, with me.

Trying not to think,

About the future.

When, where, how,

Will I see you again?

Just this moment,

Feeling you next to me.

My body, your body,

Feels like one body.

I have to go,

We both feel it,

But neither will say it.

If we put it to voice,

Our world will shatter.

4:30am

Packing the last,

Finding a place for you.

Me, kneeling over my bag.

You curled up on the couch.

So focused on my bag,

I’m startled to see you watching.

This moment, that look,

It passes between us.

I’ve never felt this before,

But I know it.

It’s what I’ve wanted,

Searched for, waited for.

I want it,

Even more now;

Now that I can see it.

I don’t want to go,

But I don’t stop.

4:45am

The last hug,

Last kiss, last smile.

The last look,

And I’m gone; you’re gone.

This last moment,

I don’t hold onto it.

I hold onto that moment,

You on the couch,

Looking at me, looking at you.

The moment that passes,

Between our eyes,

Between our bodies, our spirits.

This is what I hold.

What I remember.

The thing I had given up,

Trying to find.

I found it.

It lasted only the briefest,

Almost non-existent moment,

But there was a lifetime,

A life long search,

Hidden inside.

5:45am

This is what I hold,

As I board the plane.

Conversation with a Girl in a Bar

‘I have a bucket in my room that I pee into at night.’

‘What? You’ve got to be kidding me.’

‘No really. I have a small bladder and I have to go often at night.’

‘Don’t you have a toilet? You can’t tell me you don’t have a toilet.’

‘Of course I have a toilet. But it’s soooooo far away. I hate having to walk all the way out there.’

‘Seriously?’

‘Yeah, it’s a long way out to the toilet and it’s dark and cold.’

‘Wow.’

‘Did you just lose some respect for me?’

‘To be honest, yes. Maybe if you had to deal with the winter we had last year and you had a TON of snow on the ground every night, then maybe I could understand, but it’s spring now and there isn’t any snow! That’s just gross.’

This was a real conversation I had a few months ago with a girl in a bar. I’m not the one with the bucket.

Tooth

If she’s missing one tooth it isn’t always a deal breaker for me. But it really depends on where the gaping hole is located. If it’s off to the side there’s a lot more of a chance that I’ll let her hang around. Now, if it’s right up front and she presses her tongue up against the hole every time she smiles, that will probably turn me off. Not always, but probably.

Now, if she has a great story for why her tooth had to be removed, then I might be able to look past it, but still the tongue pushing through would kill it for me. That’s just gross. Maybe her tooth was knocked out in a fight the night before while she was saving a baby from a tiger. Or maybe she did it on a dare to win $50. These are reasons I might accept. But, if it’s due to neglect or rot…I’m always down for that.

There just isn’t much in this world hotter than a 20-something chick missing teeth due to her own bad hygiene or laziness. She just needs to keep that body in check and I don’t care about her teeth. As long as it’s not a problem for her to eat some and stay alive, I don’t really care about her tooth holes. It’s hot. A chick with little to no teeth.

I’ll take them any way, but I prefer them toothless. That way it doesn’t break the skin when they bite you.