tonight we’re practicing
ethical non-monogamy so
kiss your grocer and hug your
doorman with all the passion
that cherry wine can provide.
grinning behind smokescreens. I’m lost
behind the eyes tonight.
Restless.
desperate for another moment
of pure inhibition.
With sweat and
blistering feet
we praise the sinful gods
of youthful depravity.
I dance desperate. A
tapped keg spewing
frothy exuberance. Drunk off
my own spirits.
a little love from what’s-his-name
will still that stomach-swallowing feeling
my mother told me
would fade with time.
crushed between crewnecks and cocktails,
I’m home. A soft place
To land between joy and obligation.
A necessary evil but not evil
Necessarily.
i’m the loch ness lady. the
devil wears jersey. alien life spotted over the phoenix desert.
a rumored resident of reality.