she, without teeth, only little remainders,
hard up against the Jacuzzi outside,
took what she wanted & danced before them all
before, she -mostly being repressed,
contained, if you will.
the memories, pure trash, summers’ parties
with the most beautiful carelessness,
submerged herself in a divine liquor,
a charming firefly floats about the room
spitting venom if you will.
that boy, the nameless older one,
of little importance, only a spongy vessel
to which she could transfer her overgrowth
under effects, she set herself free,
a glorious arson if you will
in the morning, amongst the laughter
& living a sobriety all too familiar,
she wondered who saw her core,
& if they wanted to see more?
curious, if you will