Particle Board

You stood two steps behind him as he unlocked the door to his 2nd floor apartment with a partial view of the pool & the highway Carrington Place or Crane's Landing or The Meadows He walked in, flipping the light switch a black halogen pole lamp illuminates the foyer you step cautiously onto the neutral linoleum your heels sticking a bit, leather on plastic He walks four or five steps into the kitchen opening the cabinet, you know the kind tan pressed wood that swells when wet he withdraws a bottle of peppermint schnapps he rests the bottle on the laminate countertop youre still wearing your charcoal gray peacoat as he gestures to Sanyo cd player and asks you to put on some "mood" music Flipping through his random collection The Killers, Creed, the Crue & Chili Peppers "hey, just push play" he calls over to you Sex of Fire begins to play from the tinny speakers He sets down two plastic schnapps-filled glasses on the black particle board coffee table that he bought in a box & assembled with an allen wrench water rings & ciggy burns scattered randomly he makes room for you on his futon you remove your coat, draping it on his gamer rocker he leans over as you sit beside him his goatee tickles your chin as you kiss you look around while he squeezes your breast aluminum, particle board, plastic and polyester a lack of permanence and perspective all of it garbage within five years, maybe less Is that where you really want to be? hooked up with some random who smells like Axe while I'm at home on my leather chaise making out with a waitress from Applebees