a v. serious pome
i'm with pretty
sixteen-hour days
then one hour and
four beers into
a three-day weekend
jared is coming at his face
with a sharpie
(a blue one.)
"wanna connect the dots!"
he slurs and guffaws
like it's the best idea
in the whole fucking world.
jensen is as drunk
but not at all high
and he can hold jared
at arm's length easily
("get away from me
you freak!") and reach
for another beer.
there are several more
beers after this one
and jensen wakes up
with his face in jared's
sofa cushion.
(jared is nowhere to be seen
in this wasteland of empties.)
there are blue squiggles
going up his arms like
veins traced by a
kindergarten kid.
he follows them inward and
the bathroom mirror reveals
the dots indeed connected
across his chest spelling
'FUCK ME!' backwards
in jared's handwriting
(exclamation and all.)
it's the wardrobe girl who
later finds the graffiti
sketched across his back
proclaiming proudly
'I'M WITH PRETTY!'
(with an arrow under it
pointing right.)