New Year's Kiss

woke up with fingers crossed
 in a boy's bed with your pants off
 after polite declines of coffee & toast.
 walked home itching in last night's clothes
 past the Phone Booth & the Beauty Bar
 the broken windows of your neighbors' cars
 through the backdoor to a message from Sis
 asking who was your New Year's kiss
 took the afternoon to piece it all
 plus a half a dozen phone calls
 crashed a party with Larissa & Chris
 in pursuit of a New Year's kiss
 not the way that you'd imagined it
 on a balcony with champagne lips
 but in a pantry against the pancake mix
 you had your New Year's kiss