we came at the same time
"i have to go," she said
and rolled off of me
we broke up a month ago exactly
and last night i drove down
to san francisco
driving slow through the theater district
trying to find some guy,
a scene kid on the 700 block
of o'farrell
a hundred dollars in my wallet
two grams of coke and when
we get back to the apartment
you're there
you've lost ten or fifteen pounds
and you're wearing tight jeans
i've been drunk all day, i smoke
two bowls, i snort three lines and
give you one and when we go outside
to have a cigarette i touch
your legs, your face, your hair
until you kiss me and tell me
that we can't do anything past that

this morning we did another couple
lines and had sex on the couch
while our friends were at work
i walked you to the M line at 19th
and holloway and you said i love you
and i said it back
the city is warm, seventy two degrees
and sunny i'm high again and i miss my mom