Identity
Pretty lady-
How did you get into this debacle?
Did you wake up thirsty?
Were you in need of a song?
I imagine you
in a stupor.
staring blankly
at the slew of slung clothing,
you sitting in shame on your sleeper sofa.
Are you a smoker?
Do you leave that lipstick smudged on your Virginia Slims?
After your show,
you sit at the bar,
blow billowing smoke
from another cig,
whose flaccid ash
dares anyone
to come near its mother.
I sing. I survive.
Did you wake up thirsty?
Were you in need of a song?
I imagine you
in a stupor.
staring blankly
at the slew of slung clothing,
you sitting in shame on your sleeper sofa.
Are you a smoker?
Do you leave that lipstick smudged on your Virginia Slims?
After your show,
you sit at the bar,
blow billowing smoke
from another cig,
whose flaccid ash
dares anyone
to come near its mother.
I sing. I survive.
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