you drank a whole bottle of vodka
trying to forget about him,
and how his mouth tasted like mint
and how he smelled
a lot like chocolates, rain, and croissants.
It didn't work at all,
only made you hyperaware of the
fact that you can't be
near him anymore.
so you smashed the empty bottle
against the bright red brick wall
you had been sitting against,
and made your way to
the convenience store.
three dollars and forty four cents
for a bottle of listerine
you only wanted for the
alcohol content.
i guess twenty-three percent
wasn't enough to make you forget him.
