Single’s Night

I wrote this poem a month or two ago, and since I don’t want to sit and write at my computer on a day as pretty as this I’ll post it.

It is 3am and
I'm thirsty.
Still drunk
The girl in my bed
is about as sexy as sex.
    That is to say,
    not quite
    as appealing as
whatever I'm
staring at
in the back of
the fridge.