AIN’T NO PARTY LIKE A STAR FOX PARTY — Chad Redden

Your mom was at her boyfriend’s.

I reached into the back of the cabinet

under the sink.  White Zinfandel first

then Smirnoff.  ATLiens on repeat.

You barrel rolled Fox until you puked up

sounds like Slippy Toad and passed out. 

Your sister pulled me into her room

and took off her shirt.  I didn’t understand bras.

We held each other up to look like we were slow dancing

but really I just drooled on her until I found her mouth.

Later when we tried slamming elevator doors

I didn’t understand button-flys or zippers.

(Source: napmag)