i think we should still hang out

i looked for your vomit on the way home
                                           
                                           and could not find it.

  you said you were by a tree     with a bench
               
        and you bent down
                 over wooden-ed ground
                                                         and did it.
                                               
                                                   all over yourself.
like you had nothing left to hide.

and thats what i liked about it  best,

                         there was nothing left to hide.