My Calmly Roaring 20s

Poem One: Everywhen

I stuck a SweeTARTS Rope between my lips

And pretended I was huffing away at my opera length cigarette holder

My lover droning over our Italian holiday plans

While I sat eerily still

With the refrigerator buzzing from the kitchen

Nightly, I lean back in my chair

And imagine my writer friends peering over at my WIP

Offering careful feedback and snacks,

One even suggests we reward ourselves for 2 hours of solitary writing with a night out

I look back at my mistakes and get along with correcting them

There are these stirrings that I get in the mood for, occasionally

I dress in a shorter outfit than what might be found in my closest

And I can see us all out

The lights blinking back our obnoxiousness

As we dance with our repercussions,

Filling each other's cups with future regret

I live there as I dance alone in the dark  

~RaspberryRiddle