closed doors

it was that mushy-gushy
wet-lipped
cheek against cheek
kind of way we were
that made me all fragile and confused
that “baby kiss me”
that made me
want to get higher
so you can stay longer
and we could fuck harder
that soft lullaby of a name
that made me sweat
and cry
it was missing mouths
and tugging hair
and gripping skin
crying out to a god
we both don’t believe in
it was letting the record skip
it was leaving our socks on
it was hitting snooze in the morning

Brianna studied Writing at Ithaca College, where she was an editor for two literary magazines. She now works in medical publishing and is applying to grad school for Library Sciences.