Chance Encounters

this is the second time we are meeting

And she shotguns the cigarette smoke into my mouth

Before kissing me in front of all her friends

something about being a stranger in the suburbs of Chicago

Feels so romantic right now

I make myself a plate of tacos

And another round of drinks

she is watching intently

As I light up and turn in closer

Burn me

I’m basically begging

Don’t ask me to stay

But keep me up late

And treat me like you will never know me again

Outside of these fleeting moments