can you get me a pillow?

i made the drinks too strong

one night,

while we were making out

on the couch

listening to al green

and marvin gaye.

me, struggling and frustrated

with complicated

small hooks

and buttons.

tiny zippers. completely

flabbergasted

without a flashlight.

it didn't take long before

she got up,

straightened out her clothes

and staggered to the bathroom.

be right back, she said.

hold that thought.

but she spent the next

few hours hugging

the porcelain

wheel with her legs splayed 

out on the cold tile  floor so

that i couldn't open

the door.

i knocked politely,

hello, excuse me,

are you alright

in there,

is everything okay?

to which she replied

with a grunt, then groan

and a splash, then

flush.

i'm okay, she said. i'm fine.

can you get me

a pillow?