before there were blogs...

Before there were blogs there was free open diary and xanga.  And I had both.  I was trying to find a poem I wrote 10 years ago that has been running through my head all day, but evidently my massive book of writing doesn't have any of my poems...except for one.  This was posted to Free Open Diary 2/4/2004.

**Disclaimer**
This is not my best.  I wrote this about the after day after the after party of my Senior sorority formal.
Back story:  I smoked and it dove this boy I was 'seeing' nuts, he hated it.  He had a tendency to drink too much Southern Comfort. 

SoCo and Ciggs
They stare each other down
Across the stale hotel room
The bottle sits in the mini-fridge
The pack sits on the nightstand
"Never again" was said last night
"Promise this time" was the only reply
He rises for the remote
Seventh Heaven is getting old
She lunges for the pack
Shouldn't have stood up
He picks the pack and she the remote
From each other's hands

They stare each other down
In the stale hotel room
She won't give him the bottle
"Not after last time"
He won't give her the pack
"Not after your roommate"
She opens the cap
He flips the top
Pouring down the sink
Breaking over the toilet
They smile
 Going back to the night before