White Belts

I lean over
and
kiss her
at a party.
I'm holding
a glass
of cold
beer
in one hand,
and a
cigarette
in the other.
Crass
blasts
from a
cheap stereo
in the
corner.
She looks
at me,
grins
and sips
her vodka.
Someone
pulls a
keg
into the
room.
Two girls
laugh
in the
corner.
I smile
at her,
as outside,
girls sleep
alone
in their
bedrooms;
parents
worry about
their
children;
two cars
crash
on the
highway;
an old man
knows
it's all
over
now.
She winks
at me
and
pours me
another
beer.