Friday night I made promises I couldn't keep, again

Unimagined hours before, my eyes cleared

Mind calmed, focused on the warmth on either side

The chaser's chasee phenomenon, taste

of poison on my tongue

(a Swedish princess's Swedish delight,

the rip-off Russian invention

tainted by Nordic air and plastic cups)

Scent of orange-flavoured filler mixing with

bottle spins and (tongue) twisters

That one on my left,

I knew his name and I still knew mine, so

Why not? seemed the general consensus

(It wasn't supposed to be me travelling to

Disneyland, but name one time I've followed through)