Remember when we shared a box of nuts and bolts on a dare? You ate the nuts, and I took the rest. All 460 bits of zinc-plated steel, swallowed whole down the hatch.

Later, when we belly laughed together on the skin of my bed, our bodies clinged and clanged a beat we’d never known. It sounded like a Randy Travis song — one from his Christmas album. Jingling. Jangling. Santa la la la. We made up the lyrics, but I forget them now.

And heavy as we were with our gullets full of scrap, we kept pulling closer. We moved like we sipped electricity for lunch. Stirred it up and chugged it through a lightning bolt straw.

Of course we’d kiss. We were magnetic.
Of course we’d fuck a rhythm from the soul of our guts.
Of course we’d vomit silver bells right when the sun came up.