Drunk Food

We're eating mac and cheese
And sliders off a toaster oven
Cookie dough, even though
The package says it's risky

We eat eight different kinds of Doritos
And a jarful of pickles
One can of black olives
And one jar of green

Someone's making spaghetti
And someone's making scrambled eggs
And it smells like someone's
Trying to make grilled cheese

If there were a cow here
We would milk it
Because somebody forgot to get milk
And now we're eating dried Frosted Flakes
Out of sad dry bowls

Seven of us shoved on a couch
Made for three

And happy
Really happy

We went out for hours
In several small packs
But somehow wound up back
At an apartment
Where none of us actually live

The futon pulls out
And the roof's caving in
And outside there's rain
And the tv plays nothing
But news from two days ago

We all ate lunch and dinner
And then snacks before we left

But now we're starving
Starving at 4am
So we eat drunk food

Food you can't eat
Unless you're smashed

We cashed out the meager resources
Lingering in our wallets

And bought Fritos
And soda
And chips
And dip
And donuts

We reheat old pizza
And past due Chinese food
Some cake somebody found
And three candy bars
From the back of the fridge

Someone holds up mushrooms
But we wave them away

Even we're not that brave
Today

We pass plates around
And forks
And ladles

We're not afraid of spilling germs
Sharing utensils
Even though last month
There was a mono scare
And a stomach bug

We've all kissed
Each other
At least once
Tonight

What's a little food going to hurt?

The last thing each of us remembers
Is falling asleep on the other
Feeling full
On drunken food
Lying next to drunken friends

Glad we spent tonight
Making all the mistakes that we made
And wondering when
We can do it again