Some Things a Lady Just Wears Well
I am the Audrey with the pink chucks at the party wearing oversized shades at night Scary thin, decked in dazzling cubic zirconia, coming down from a med withdrawal after my last psychotic episode involving a Golden Hollywood delusion & fear of having cancer Some Gregory Peckerhead bums my smokes when he has a full pack in his pocket, but my sweet meter is high, like those fools at the makeshift blackjack table with pixie stick dust on their upper lips & caked between their nasal strips because their vice supplier never bothered showing up It should be Halloween, but it's too warm & there aren't enough demons on the dance floor I let the moochy one lead me there where there's an awkward exchange of one liners His Bogart impersonation is the worst, but I know i'm falling in love because impulsivity is the new 'You Can Heal Your Life' & dammit, he can really move We're the clean up crew, sober at dawn I'm Sabrina sweeping up glass & scrubbing vomit from the floor He's singing 'Get Me to the Church on Time' because it's Sunday & lapsed Catholicism is a topic we discussed hours ago before the kisses, before the Moon River descent, before the exchange of names He's driving me home in a minivan His mamma's rosary hangs on the rearview mirror, catching the sun causing disco prisms & paparazzi bulbs to sting my face "Hey babe," he says stroking his stubbly chin, "How 'bout Breakfast at Taco Bell?" It's no Roman Holiday, but I'll call it a win, except when we get there it's not open Bio: Jennifer Patino is an Ojibwe poet from Detroit, Michigan currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. She lives for books and film. She has had work featured in Door is A Jar, Punk Noir Magazine, The Chamber Magazine, Free Verse Revolution Lit, and elsewhere. She blogs at www.thistlethoughts.com. Two Poems from Jennifer Patino for our online “Trauma Letters Anthology” Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Jennifer Patino
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