They Told Me
Wine dripping from stained lips,
Laughter at midnight, a
memory, a memory,
Eyes gripped shut, holding onto
the memory.
Black, white, grey
Finger nails and lipstick.
Nude, red, I gasp
In this moonlight there is an animal,
‘There’.
White flesh flashes in
the pale car beam
Unwrapping the skin, skin
Fat, wide skin in the night
this night, not the person I thought
I could be, liberal, illustrated.
Get even.
