You are standing outside with a stony figure as I come in to the house from the rain. My feet are soggy. It is warm inside. You are “so drunk that I wouldn’t even know.” You hug me and lead me around the room. Your tongue trudges slowly through your words. The piano in the corner rattles in accompaniment. A few more bottles of beer. We dance and you kiss on my neck. You are “so drunk that I wouldn’t even know.” I want to. A mixed drink without much alcohol. A few more. I feel in slow motion. In bed the lights are off, so is your shirt. Awkward touches find the curly hair on your chest; the smooth skin on your back. I kiss your neck. You are stone. I want to be so drunk, so that YOU will know. But the night goes to sleep and occasionally snores. I am chugging anticipation. You roll over on your side. Upstairs someone flushes the toilet. The whole basement floods with the sound of distant waves. You continue to snore.