when we get together
we always
at some point
mention
that first glass
of gin
you bought me
about four years
ago now
you always look
so guilty
and i enjoy that
i think we both
know
that you didn't
do this to me
but i did do this
to you
and i am so
guilty
i never told you
that week when i
came to stay
with you
in new york
and refuse to
sleep with you
that one day
while you were
at work
i accidentally
kicked a pigeon
to death
i felt almost
as bad
during the same
trip
when you laid
your head in
my lap
to cry
and i made
you get up
because i
had to pee