*poem published in Cake Magazine.
i wrap my sadness in sequins.
i pour my sadness in fake eyelashes,
in glitter nails
in green hair dye
and i take my sadness out for a dance.
heels that crush your toes.
i lock hands with my sadness
and sway on sticky dance floors.
my sadness holds up her pocket mirror
in grimy club bathrooms
and she puts on three layers of red lipstick
while i rub off mine.
i ask my sadness to pull up my torn zipper
while, pupils enlarged,
i hum stevie nicks adoringly.
i throw a clumsy arm over my sadness
and guide her to another club.
i grind on empty party anthems
and, when boys try to kiss me,
i brush them off
because i’m loyal to my sadness.
at the end of the night
i crawl to mc donald’s with my sadness
one veggie burger large fries one large fanta oh and can i have some ketchup please
i stuff my face with my sadness
and we hail a cab in silence.
my sadness whispers gutted love declarations to me
and then tucks me in my bed gently.