Wide and Quaking Blue
Mention something
In painless prose
To remind me who she’s wandering away from
Lanking gloriously at half-assed fancy cocktail parties
With a martini in one hand
and .
an olive clutched desperately between a set of bleached teeth
cemented in place by bright red manicure clawed fingernails set upon the toothpick
bleached teeth.
Like chiclet gum
It’s clean and easy ; famous grin
Hours latter, to wobble, giggling like stupid on a holiday
Into the apartment where the rent is a gucci imitation purse
Retire to a chair, half drunk and naked, to hump a man
Who is only an epiphany when you are drunk
And your three year old daughter wanders to the door to stare at her mother’s legs flailing
Eyes wide and quaking blue
Her mother’s legs flailing
Over the tanned and hairy back of stranger skin
Her panty hose halfway of her foot, and her arms floundering
The little girl thought that her mommy was drowning
