lightness is her mind, heaviness is her limbs.
grand proclamations form and then flit away.
her arms won't reach out to touch
what she wants them too.
the floor meets the ceiling in a curve,
everything blurring into one continuous shape.
laughter bubbles up and doesn't stop, and
she keeps laughing and laughing and laughing.
(until she cries)
unfamiliar eyes meet hers, unfamiliar hands grab her,
unfamiliar walls she leans on, unfamiliar bodies
she moves against.
everything is so fucking perfect, she thinks.
i am so fucking happy.
she shouts it to the room and cheers
love is a fickle emotion, and she throws it away
carelessly. love to the bartender, love to the boy
loving her, love to the girls she met in the bathroom,
love to everyone and everything until she
doesn't have any more to give.
pink chalk dusts the black sky as
she stumbles out into light.
a pattern seared into her brain in
blinding, flashing neon.
her clumsy fingers dial and she rests
against the curb, eyes closed closed closed.
squealing tires saves her from
getting lost in her own mind.
"love," he says. like it's her name.
crashing and stumbling, falling into
arms she knows, finally.