I drank too much red wine.
The Broadthrow's party is looping in my mind,
nested with brief dreams and nightmares.

I dreamed that Jeff and I were in bed. He was
running his hands up and down my body. He put
his tongue in my mouth.
His hands were on my nipples. He ran his fingers
down the inside of my thighs. He put his cock
into me.

But in the morning, he wanted fruit for breakfast.
I didn't have any fruit. There was some
broccoli behind the cookbooks, but when I pulled
it out, it was covered with cockroaches.