Hookup

I never have guys over “like this,” she says,
embarrassed, like this, as her dogs
navigate the trash covering her floors

the heater creaks and sputters, shaking
loose the fine dust and shed that cover
everything here, even the twin bed

we sit and drink and wonder what
happened to all the beers we had
when the night started

so we keep on drinking until she
rests her head on my shoulder and
says, “maybe you’re really not so bad”