Today I drink and so do you. These words

enter you, they touch the dark light inside.

You’ve had lovers before. Some were bastards,

some not. They’re all gone. None stayed. None replied

when you called. But that’s not what you regret.

Your cunt milked him as he thrust both his thumbs

deep in your ass, cried out. You felt a jet

of his semen balloon out the condom,

shooting against your cervix. Today we

drink and pause over past lovers; all those

who did not stay. Today we are going

to get so fucking drunk. You are like me.

We have no real friends. We’re no one’s heroes.

This is not love — just a dark light — ghosting.

— Babylon Crashing