Mmmilk

Here's a little something that I wrote

You might want to read it word for word

The deed is done

Tits up

Pretending that your feet hate each other

A porcelain angel

With a halo made of fire

Now that awkward moment

Repeat conversations from the night before

Bacon, bagels and bean juice

A more favorable combination for memories

Rhum and Dr. Pepper is evil the morning after

A tiny voice in the distance

My cue to stow my tray and put my seat in its upright position

Proceed to the nearest exit in an orderly fashion

Walk away with hopes of a repeat performance

Chasing snapshots and words in my head

Trying to figure out how we got things backwards

Or maybe we just hit fast forward

Start scanning the credits

Trying to find a name to go with this piece of paper

A crumpled, nameless phone number in my pocket

Maybe have an adventure

Maybe have another laugh

Maybe a burger

For now I'll call you "milk"

Or maybe "babygirl"

Unless you have a better idea

Don't worry, be happy

There will be a next time