stop me if you've heard this one

we'd been friends for about a year
had some laughs
some fun
he was cute
i wasn't too
bad-looking myself
i figured he was queer
he liked to pretend he wasn't
one night
we got drunk
ended up in his bed
sucking on each other's cocks
then all of a sudden
he got
really angry + sad + really scary
+ really depressed
he told me to get the hell out
i went
the next day
i knocked on his door
he let me into his
kitchen  then he
said
it should never have
happened
get out
get out
just get the hell out
i did
our relationship
changed a lot after
that  as in
it completely
disappeared  

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Museum Quality Orgasm, published by Future Tense Books in 1996.)