Written April 2014. Inspired by Facebook labels.
She closes shop,
Walks down crowded streets streaming with screaming drunks,
The train door closes, carrying her away from hockey jerseys and stiletto heels,
She could never wear those anyway.
Into unlit sidewalks.
She’s been here many times before.
It’s raining while
She makes her way
Past subway bums begging for weed money
These faces are close to familiar.
Three knocks and metal gates part.
The place is steaming
Friends who know her by her Facebook name
Embrace and fawn
“It’s been too long”.
Now she moves in a basement, it’s dripping
In electric beats that drown her
Toss and turn and throw and catch her
Crash down and tear her into
A mass of molecules moving through space.
Egyptian eyes and mascara for miles
Crimson painted lips
She is lost and found and lost and found.
And no one is the wiser.
Pieces of sand and grime
Mix with the wet of spilled wine
Beneath her feet.
Hundreds of naked toes grip
She is jumping but not landing,
She is elastic banding,
Tattooed arms and pierced lips,
And it’s all feet, and breasts and salty sweat.
Night air kisses her bones,
She is alone,
With rhythm heaving inside her chest.