swoop down

you couldn’t wait to witness her cross the threshold
of your terrible apartment. kitchen floor
begging for a wrung-out mop to take away
the beer filth underage sin water.
you thought about her all day.
was she going to wear that scent and white eye shadow?,
floating into your gristly viking kegger like some Norse snow
goddess stopping you in your swollen livered tracks.
valhalla valkyrie swoop down,
take you to see odin, thor, and the rest.
put down the beer and stick out your chest.
wanted to ask her for a sober grownup night on the town,
just earlier that day mom care-package delivered snacks,
far from home and uncomfortable like a virgin nose full of blow,
your charm with the ladies of academia developed a tad slow,
but you thought about her all day.
tell her that she’s caught your heart like webster slaughter,
but you won’t ‘cause you know the dragon’s not ready for the slay,
sit and watch him take her out the door,
drunk, wanting to give her a cuneiform poem Gilgamesh told.