You and your
big fat pretty face
go to the rink
to look for Ronnie
because he likes to go to the hockey game
and stand around drinking beers
and looking buff.  But he’s not there,
so you steal a stick from the bench
and break out the windows
on Ronnie’s girlfriend’s car
before leaving.  At the Four Seasons Club
you run into your brother
who’s holding Madagascar Haze
at fifteen a gram, you buy some
to take home with you
when you’re done with the White Russian
and your flirtation with the gap-toothed plumber
Ronnie used to room with before
he met that skank.  The DJ’s blasting
“Funkytown” and you yell, “I remember this”
at the top of your lungs in the plumber’s ear
while he palpates your ass and pulls you in
close, too close, he’s got wood, oh my God,
WOOD,
and you’re outta there,
it’s Friday night and it’s all right for something
but not that, and then Ronnie drives by
and you want to get in the car and chase him
but you dropped your keys somewhere
and you’re sitting in the parking lot now
crying and Plumber comes out to try
and help but you scratch his face
and your brother hits him and everyone’s
laughing and screaming, this is the way it always is,
you’ll go home alone and smoke yourself up
and pass out, this is
another night you’ll never tell your kids about
even when they’re old enough
to have nights like this, you hope they never
have nights like this but they will,
it’s the town that does it,
the nights always fall apart like this,
stuff gets broken all the time
but it always gets put back together
like it’s never been broken at all.