the only time you ever [ ] you did it in halves drank whiskey after whiskey after water then you were handed a glass highball lowball pint let’s lowball let’s make a bet who would be the first to [ ] well it’s your fault for taking the odds playing a parlay like this is some version of Clue with a wrench in hand in the living room in your father’s uniform no your brother-in-law’s uniform though he’s not your brother-in-law anymore remember? the affairs? you were almost [ ] on your knees your pants down but you backed down you came to half-- thought you didn’t do this anymore you slept on the couch itchy in your lace panties itchy in your skin in the morning thirsty so thirsty you crawled into her bed half-dressed to apologize for how you wanted for how you almost for how you were a [ ]
-- Jordan Cobb (she/her) is a queer American poet. Based in NYC, she completed her MSc in Creative Writing at the University of Edinburgh. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Shore, jmww, Cherry Tree, The Storms Journal, The Account, Rise Up Review, Does It Have Pockets, & The McNeese Review. She is @on_the_cobb on Instagram.