Vodka and cranberry
Increases sourbility
With every sip.
Liquor helps fade
Reality
Judgment is clouded
By feelings of
Loneliness and vulnerability.
You offer me something you knew
Would make me smile.
Crushed green rolled tightly.
Smile
For an evening.
I go with you
Reassuring everyone
I was doing the right thing
.
One in front his hands
Finding their way
Down my skirt
Over everything
That distracts me from the other
Behind squeezing my breasts
Roughly
Disguising criminality
For desire.
A city bus roar gives
Me a flash of panic
I begin to run,
Punched once from behind
Stumble into doorway
Screaming.
Pamela
Copyright 2003