with a drink in hand,
she is talking to herself.

about life she gives advice,
as she slips into the glass another cube of ice.

she is stumbling in the dimly lighted street,
and licks her lips that hold a sweet taste.

she is laughing at herself,
while taking both of her red heels in hand.

and there she is,
anyone could have spotted her,
with heels in hand,
bloodshot eyes and
sticky hair,
he feel in love with her drunken self,
while she was talking to the stop sign.