refill seven

He came over last week;
uninvinted, unexpected

and I was worried sick he’d be horrified by the empty wine glasses and the full ashtrays all over my apartment

so I don’t even remember what he told me that night

all I know is that he said no five times out of seven when I offered him something to drink

even though I refilled my glass all seven times

and when he sat down next to me

I was so anxious about the stains on my old couch

I didn’t even notice when he rested his hand on mine

until he leaned over and pressed his smiling lips on my anxious mouth

And that’s when I understood

that he didn’t care about the red wine stains on my teeth

or about the mess that has been going on

in my heart.

—  The smiling boy who loved a messy girl