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)