distinct: dried blood, stale beer, dirty clothes
your liver gripes and pushes it out
through your pores.
I'm trying. Jittery token gestures
eye contact. Dole them out:
tobacco and papers
cheerful, breezy, anonymous
wrestling and losing
what did I mean when I said human?
my mascara and heels are stupid and awkward
and I am a coward
trotting off to the exit
to party, to laugh loudly
at my own jokes
to flirt for the sake of it
to debunk the world of all its myths
with brandied rhetoric
out on the street
I haven't forgotten your scent
wondering, is that my heart beating
or the fragments of an inflated ego
inside a hollow chest?