Promiscuous
But not in the way that
fills his mother with doubt
Tumbling over
imaginary futures of
young ones
safely surrounded by sand
and
Dry-cleaned shirts
with the collar creased
and
A night out we can’t afford
To fuck up again
No pause for consideration
Promiscuous
In the way that
stumbles out the door
Down 6th Street
the smell of wine and honey
shit
and
a bottle of pills
in the glove box outside
No pause for consideration
Floating
in a bathtub half-filled
When his fever won't break
When his fever won't break
When his fever won’t break
Dress him like his father
With the collar creased
safely surrounded by sand
Promiscuous
In the way that
we can’t afford
to fuck up again