All of Me by Dan-Vy Nguyen

All of Me by Dan-Vy Nguyen

I came into the house,

The hard tile floor under my feet.

My new roommate already snatched

Away by her friends,

Left me alone to fend for myself.

This is my first party.

This is my first beer,

Leaving a bitter taste on my lips.

An hour later,

I didn't know what happened.

I'm walking up the stairs,

Holding onto the railing,

Trying not to fall.

My vision fading in and out.

What is happening to me?

I know something's not right

As I lie on the bed.

I feel his weight on me.

I feel his hands all over me.

I want to scream,

But no sound comes out.

I want to fight,

But I cannot move.

Somewhere between

The beer and the morning,

He took all of me and split.

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I Flew into Denver April by Adrian C. Louis

I flew into Denver April.

Rock salt and sand peppered the asphalt

reflecting myself on a downtown street

where I’d paused on my route to smell lilacs.

The wanton winds chortled wickedly

over remnant snows in gray clumps of doom

and my heart soared gladly at winter’s death

but an hour later I had whiskey breath

at a dead end bar full of Indians.

A Winnebago woman waltzed with me

and told me how handsome I truly was

so I bought her drinks and felt her hips

and somewhere between the grinds

and dips she lifted my wallet and split.