he wears a too-wide grin

as honeydew skin turns crimson

freckles spread across his face like stars,

his eyebrows try to escape into that carrot red hair

laughing, squinting, stumbling to the beat of the soundtrack

cold Heineken in hand,

he grips it like the neck of a new lover

but he's cheating on her with Copenhagen

a thick wad under his lip,

like the forethought of a kiss

and neither one will let him go