Hi, how are you?

Woke up with fingers crossed
in a boy’s bed with your pants off
After polite declines of coffee & toast
Walked home itching in last night’s clothes

Past the Phone Booth & the Beauty Bar
The broken windows of your neighbors’ cars
Through the backdoor to a message from Sis
Asking who was your New Year’s kiss

Took the afternoon to piece it all
Plus a half a dozen phone calls
Crashed a party with Larissa & Chris
In pursuit of a New Year’s kiss

Not the way that you’d imagined it
On a balcony with champagne lips
But in a pantry against the pancake mix
You had your New Year’s kiss