Black and Blue Or Cooler Friends
“you just need cooler friends” she assured me that
my unhappiness was a matter of particular environmental
upgrades at Lake Merritt when
we decided to do Russian Coke from LA and drink
tequila and champagne mixed together and go
to the nightclub on a Tuesday afternoon and I just
wonder if this is the new me?
I got a little carried away
and a homeless person spit on me and took a swing at this hot guy
I was following like a puppy dog and so he left me at a bar but I
didn’t really mind because I had strangers there who wanted to
listen to me complain.
We shop for black clothes, “slutty black clothes” she says
but all I want is a kimono to smoke cigarettes in as
the sun comes up and the bad thoughts start to creep
back into my skull.
We tell boys of any caliber to buy us drinks and then we disappear
and giggle and flip our hair and ash our cigarettes
wherever the hell we want and I just
wonder why every guy we meet is a DJ?
We send photos of ourselves that no one should
ever see and drown our regrets in more tequila and champagne.
“We’re on the cusp of everywhere we go” she says but it feels
like we are going to a goth prom for people with
severe Mommy and Daddy issues so I guess
I fit right in.
We laugh about our bodies covered in bruises
Black and Blue
from all the fun we are having and
all the times we forgot to