Making those
bad decisions
again.

They have a certain feel -
weight, taste, texture -
in the moment,
overripe fruit
warm water
tinfoil on teeth.

Just before you got sober
you told me about losing your shoes
night swimming in a river in Texas,
you and the top male officials at the conference.
The vice president tried to kiss you and I said,
you’re making
those bad decisions
again.

I cried on your couch last night.
This morning, I know how it must have felt
searching for your shoes in the muddy dark,
freezing and wet,
your hair dripping on the sand.