Fragile Fangs

It must have been

that time you had to work again

when I went to the Christmas party

alone, where everyone appeared

like a stranger to me. Even after

knowing them for twenty years,

stuck-up on comparing designer

shoes and purses, private schools,

breast implants. We are talking

google this and google that Premium

outlets with exact kilometer distance.

 

Who the fuck wants to discuss books?

 

After my fourth Cosmo, five vodka shots

I find myself on my knees again,

Greek dancing with Metaxa poured down

my top.

I prayed you would arrive soon

to save me from myself, and knock some

common sense into my glass.

I aimed to become the main character

in Anais Nin’s short stories, even the women

came between my legs.

 

 

You’re already drunk (which meant: hello)

You’re late ( which meant hi, back)

 

Rum and coke ( how are you?)

coming right up ( fine and you?)

 

I showed my boobs that night

what writing skills? Who cares?

 

You have 8000 followers? 

 

I suppose the softness

you misplaced for coldness. It is how

you judge me when you walk into

a room

as all the men had their eyes on me,

yet my fragile fangs

were waiting for your skin

to taste,

but everything becomes fluid

under alcohol’s drive

especially my words

and wild-eyed look.

I can recite poetry

instead of bank rates.

 

Yes, I was a nude model once,

a long time ago. 

 

 

 

 

 

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13 thoughts on “Fragile Fangs

  1. I don’t know about your prowess as a nude model, though I suspect you would be an excellent one! But I have enjoyed, a great deal, sketching onto my brain what I see in your mind as it translates to the words here. and it is gorgeous. ❤ xxx

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