Judas Kiss

I still want her. I must be stupid. My second forty
is in my stomach. She comes over and I let her press
into me. She kisses me. My pants restrict. I want her. She wants
her purse. She wants to smoke. She wants my keys. I give them
to bloodshot eyes. She doesn’t say thank you and walks away.
Twenty minutes gone. I go outside.
Two black marks.