Oh, what a night!
The weight of my eyelids pulls my head beneath my shoulders
As the taste of all the cigarettes I shouldn't have smoked
Remains ingrained on my lips.

I looked so much better 10 hours ago
With fresh fur and clean face.
Now I walk home
Shamefully
With lank hair and chewy denim.

I don't remember arguing with her boyfriend,
Or even the moves I tried to pull
Before he arrived.
So it's my mess in this bag
That I drag as a blunt metaphor
Back to some place
Where I can obscure its meaning.

05/19/2011

Author's Note: My entry to May 2011 poetry contest, using a photo for inspiration. https://pathetic.org/forumRead.php?c_category=Poetry%20Contests&i_id=636334#t636817

Posted on 05/18/2011
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