you fall over a few times
and almost start crying because the dog ate your
freshly roasted
weenie.

we throw your stupid drunk ass in the car
and clean up the place
and our hostess’s dad thanks us
for being so kind
and i try not to laugh
because the water feels funny on my hands.

we drive down terrifying roads,
past deer and signs and
empty styrofoam takeout boxes
and you babble on about everything
and ask the same damn questions over and over
where are we going
are we there yet
i wanna go home can we go home?

you ask us again and again
and we stop answering you
and you get annoyed
but you’re too drunk to get anything.