Tonight's Poet Corner: Can I Come Over?

Can I Come Over?
by Belinda Roddie

Let's entertain each other in the big
living room while your parents are sleeping
off the wine and whiskey and your brother

is screaming at the video game he's slammed into
his Playstation. He's hoping to take down pixelated
terrorists, but we'll just turn on a camera and do
bad celebrity and character impressions, before we
grab the spare curtain rods turning gray in the corner
and have a lightsaber battle outside, near the

swimming pool. Once the duel is done, and we both
declare ourselves the victors, I'll dunk my head
into the chlorinated underworld and let the water
snap from my hair like the stuff's got whiplash. You
act like you're impressed by my tomfoolery,
which is endearing, but not necessary. We've
been friends for  a long time. I'll use

the shirt you're wearing to towel off my head.
You'll cope with the shenanigans until
you're heavy with sleep, and I'm drunk off the air
that we share in that one glorious moment.