Midge and I had taken some mushrooms.

She was preoccupied with a jar of peanut butter 
And I was moving on the grassy dance floor,
Sneaking sips of vodka-Redbull from behind the DJ booth.

I knew the DJ. I think he liked me
In a cute, early 2000s movie kind of way.

At the office, he would show me music, 
Tell me how surprised he was to find out I smoked cigarettes.
And we would blush wildly
At the red-hot silence that squatted in between warm, flighty conversations.

I still get a little nervous thinking about it.

You came up to me and asked if I wanted to dance.
It felt like just us—
Except for moments when I caught the DJ's eyes
He watched us dance, moving closer and closer.

The night I met you, I had already given away a few pieces of my heart
Slowly and carefully, wrapped in light pink tissue paper
Tinged with cigarette burns.

But you came in and took it,
Unwrapped it,
And started to give pieces back to me.