Her head feels
strapped by a tension band
and nausea bubbles up yesterday,
her lady friend's birthday party.

Her cell phone rings.
- Hello?
- It's me.

It's him!
The outcome of too much booze
and the fluid they exchanged
in her mate's laughing bed.

Silence.

He clears his throat.
- How do you feel?
- I'm OK.
- I'm OK, too…I guess.

Some smalltalk.
They hang up.

She can't remember his name.