This poem was written by @AthenaDDixon. She had mentioned she wanted to join in on this poetry project of mine and I'm excited to have her! The line I gave her was "the beer goggles were on"
These small things remembered:
the rending of thin metal,
a carbonated hiss,
hollow clatter of fingers
and how the small rivers
escape the corner of lips and
slide into the darkness of his
chest. Adam’s apple bulged mid-
guzzle, the beer goggles
the cramped corner pinball love-
making machines. The high pitched
jingle of pocket coins and record
scores. A rumbled rhythm of two
feet banging the floor, the wall,
each other in time to a six pack.