5:00PM
three (THREE) jagerbombs and two (TWO) hard seltzers helped soothe the ominous feeling that fogged up my stomach,
but i couldn’t help but heed the harbinger of a headline reading ***CAR CRASH***, leaving the ticker ticked (TICK///TOCK) out of town.
i pulled a card that screamed VENUS (VO-LUP-TU-OUS) and it told me to register at K-Mart, because a baby was on the way—
a baby?
ay bay bee?
uhhhh, bae be?
a bae be what?
—a bae be blocking me,
from all along seeing the truth:
i never had the skill to cross oceans (teach a baby how to swim?),
never could tame this lion (grrrrrr),
never could lock a wo(man) down/down/down.
hm, maybe i was never meant to be tamed/blamed/LAME—
flashing lights and fleeing flights might help—i’ll ask her.
7:00PM
i almost got trapped in between the tracks outside newark (NOHR-cK), drunkenly dreaming of dragging my sorry (i’m sorry :////) ass back to where i came from,
but greener pastures promising colder showers told me to stay for the bloodied rapture.
nine months ago (A BABY???) i wrote of melodrama that saved my life—
today
i
give
birth.
a world alone doesn’t feel so lonely when you’ve got someone who can say the words you never thought you could,
and inspire you to write your own, borne (BORN) out of the same bravado (the worst track///had me trapped).
tucked into bed,
i bought a zodiac mobile (and pressed the gas—VROOM———***),
and my drunken dreams came true when i opened my eyes to you:
red, and chrome, i bare my soul for your kind eyes to see,
if you can find me in the crowd.
9:00PM
she took the stage at the most desperate of moments.
bun,
bustier,
butt,
bijous:
she told the tale of tears shed for selena, baby.
como la flor (con tanto amor) she danced in pursuit of a chance to be heard/felt/SEEN?,
took to the news///BREAKING///to tell her story—my story—history—OUR STORY!!!
someone stole my childhood (and my child),
and told the white teeth teens that they ain’t shit.
for those who can relate, something that’s seldom been done before.
11:00PM
crying on the home(sweet home)train,
i’ll, too, dance with myself in the reflection of the windows that face the west,
in hopes that we’ll see each other in the setting sun (newborn SON),
pour two (TWO) gin n tonics,
and say:
did you see last night’s episode of Scandal?
and you say:
eric, the season already ended.
i’m taking you to the ER(i-/c-section),
for you desperately need help.
it’s time to put this melodrama to bed, baby.