I took my first drink

by shira

The carpet was coated
With bottoms of a crowd’s cups
That stared at shoes
Blury and untied

He whispered across the table
Telling all his secrets
Girls he had this summer
And the one he loves right now

Anna asked why we all
Talked about relationships
And no one had an answer
But their mouths and drinks kept talking

I cocked my head and shook my drink
A milky mix of soy and crème de something
I was a part of the group
And my breath still smelled like mint

I didn’t really like it
Wanted to feel less light-headed
I poured the rest into the sink
And joined my friends at the table