Clarity is heavier under a lamp light
Passing around swigs of cheap wine,
lipstick-stained coffee cups
The modern feminine zeitgeist:
I only get vulnerable halfway through the night
To pages or a mirror or a someone
And a crescent moon for a spotlight.
But now you are alone
as your eyes decay,
And you’re scrambling to find the parts of you
That made you gorgeous only yesterday
Seeing yourself, like a carrion on a wall
Stripped of certainty, flaws get bigger
in moments I feel meager
From the just-hung weight of it all:
I only get vulnerable halfway through the night
Toasting to half-answered queries
I want to be desired
Settling for fleeting delight
And now I am alone
pinching, picking away,
And I hate they made me like myself briefly
That they made me gorgeous only yesterday
Oh day,
Oh dusk,
Doesn’t that say much?
Doesn’t that say enough?
Now the sun comes up over the bend
And I just want to be rid of you
But there was nothing there
To rinse
Twilight was indeed a full moon.
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