Way out

There’s a way out

but no one wants

to take that door,

it remains open

for a while

you shut it with memories

reopen it after day drunk sex

afternoon delights came early that year

and same sex marriages finally exist.

There’s a way out

but he wants to perform on stage

hold the microphone like it’s me

sing to the women

about my heart

how it aches at worldly matters

that most girls barely glance at,

he whispered “there’s the exit”

and we took that door

it was raining hard on St. Paul street

and he grabbed my arm

led me to this new club

we smoked everything back then

we kissed in dark shady corners

smelling like booze and smokes

red lipstick on his mouth

duMaurier packs in my bra

ripped stockings from his fingers

bathroom make up sex

we had rustic love

raw appeal.

There’s a way out

of everything

you tell me,

and I feel like

you are as far

as the moon

and as close

as it feels

when I look upon it.

 

 

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17 thoughts on “Way out

  1. Chrissy, you’ve given us such great visuals, but it goes deeper than that. These characters feel real to me and not some cardboard pinup. She’s truly saddened by the tragedies of the world and yet she cares enough about her partner to want to make it work, even if it is through makeup sex. Brilliant!

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