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
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
as all the men had their eyes on me,
yet my fragile fangs
were waiting for your skin
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.