Entertain Me

August 31, 2017

I was at the bar, nursing

a martini of broken men.

I was getting good at it. 

I saw you talking to a girl in red

and decided to steal you away. When I did,

the red of her dress shrieked at me,

each sequin a glittering judgement.


I had you by the wrist, pulling you

across the party floor and out a door

flanked by huge pots of flowers.

The sweet peas and orchids were

wilted and forlorn. 


The outside air hit us with the force of

a furnace, August born. 


What now, you said. 




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