Friday, April 3, 2015

Party Girl

image courtesy of
Picasso Head of a Woman, Right Profile

I guess it’s too late
To be the last one to leave 
To never know what it’s like
To have the need
To sneak out early
Rise up in my throat
Like a gag reflex
That I struggle
To suppress

I guess it’s too late
To look out into a sea
Of unfamiliar faces
And not fear drowning
To be buoyed
By the waves
And ride the tide of chatter
Without feeling washed up
And smaller

I guess it’s too late
To fix my face
So it doesn’t flush
So goddamn easily
When they tell me
To loosen up a little
Have a good time
And just try
To smile

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