Its a badly lit
bathroom and she
goes into the stall and
vomits then
sits and pees on it then
stands to pull up
first underwear
then too tight
black hose
strugging and
uncomfortable and
flattened she
should have skipped
the underwear. Dirty old
taupe tiled floor. No one
to ask
are you okay. She does
not wash her hands
or rinse her mouth. Just
stares
at herself
at the mirror
and the mascara rings
she
wipes them hard
and precisely
with dry paper towels
until they're gone. Lips dry
chapped
and stuck together
she speaks
without smiling
to herself
get back out there
purse off
the wet countertop
out she goes.
2 comments:
[applause]
Wow, B. That's some lyrical, visceral, visual shit.
Then, *poof* quick-black and Journey's "Don't Stop Believing."
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