Our eyes red and throats sore The burning burns everywhere But I lean back with my wine While my man leans over the engine Both oiling the wear There was a time when every day I was prettier than the day before But I’d been painting a worn down house And now I’ve stripped the boards For a rawer look And I’ll never be pretty again With all this wine Cooked into my lips But I can smile Purple teeth bared And see what I’d always loved Dirt and fangs and laissez-faire
I’m writing a poem every day this December. I hope you enjoy some of them. I wrote this one listening to “Real Friends” by Camila Cabello. And if you’d like to subscribe to the newsletter, click here.
