Moving away from 23

We take a turn on the dance floor
blend in with two dollar beers
and college students
bored on summer break.

But I am watching the boy in the corner
who promised me a dance and no baggage
He doesn’t believe you when you say I’m 23
but he kisses me anyway

My eyes closed mid kiss
I grab you to say
– help me! or thank you –
I don’t know which
we laugh like 23-year-olds

wait for the pieces to fall

then move down the street
hope we’re not too late
to get to the next place.