Dancing turns my skin red, wet, and my breath heaves
from down low
escapes my lips
and hits his face like cold temperatures. You stumble in with whiskey
at your side and I am wrapped up in skin,
grab your face and
but you laugh. Gone, I am wrapped in the arms of a new toy,
he is all I taste presently.
Later, later, stumble home, snow spins in my eyes,
I am hard to find
but you are home.
I climb on top and drip like a broken faucet, whispering:
I'm an awful person and you know
I'm a jealous girl,
you know you should be angry for what I've done.
You bend me up and sweat,
everything is forgiven
I am so raw.