I Bought A Beer
by Belinda Roddie
I bought a beer for Jessica that night
and watched quietly as she chugged it down,
the froth on her lip like a mustache. Right
as she finished, she burped and dug around
in her purse for a breath mint. Then she said,
"I feel antsy. Join me for the next dance."
I took her hand. Her face was flush and red,
but as she moved, the patrons were entranced
by the strange choreography we made
together. Then she bought a shot for me,
and I fired it back like a booze grenade.
When we kissed, I could taste the ecstasy
like licorice on her tongue. My mouth ached
against hers, dwelling on my new mistake.