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