“Delusion On The Rocks” by L. K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry

Photo by VC Ferry

the thick air
clings
making beads of sweat
on my upper lip run
I feel like a
Tennessee Williams
chanteuse
in need of southern
comfort
past my prime
I peel off
what’s left of my composure
like my false eyelashes
I have come
unglued
I have ‘Melancholy Babied’
for too long
drowned in the
tunnel of love
and want more
than just a penny
for my thoughts…
my tired taxi dancing
dogs have
slipped into flats
wishing
for kitten heels
I apply my lipstick
once again
tracing the memory
of your last kiss
and walk downstairs
to order
the usual
the auto pilot
the inevitable
corseting my emotions
into my tattered dress
the silhouette
of a girl
who once
lived next door

L. K. Thayer

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