honeysuckle: poems by colleen cosette goodman

I wanna runaway runaway

I am angry and wild and feral and I drink red wine straight from the bottle and I gulp and gulp like a greedy child, getting fat with alcohol and grapes and bitter. I drink lemon vodka and burn my throat and sour my stomach. I think I am poetic, and words tumble out of my mouth like girls in heels, slurred and soft. Oh girls; you are so distant! So soft but I no longer see you under the facade of my own predatory; oh girls! You can give me all the slim bottles of pink wine you want!

The thirty-first of March, 2017.

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