By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor
slurred voices and some sort of
Rum or vodka
apple spilled dripping on our matching fits of
Everything skin
decorated with glitters,
perlers,
beading eyes
Zephyr frost not on our summer skin
but on our frost-bitten conscious decisions, our
Zodiacs are aligning, fiery aries, aquarius, look up and
sizzle with my drink doused in more
champagne or some other sort of
substance, sticky sweet
scent of your grapefruit pink
lips, too soft, and i’m hoping
i’ll never see them again.
how embarrassing to have
forgotten your name
like you did mine,
for m
