So I was planning on doing a seven-day countdown to my book launch, but I realized I don’t know how to count, which means it’s now a six-day countdown to my book launch, which is a weird number to count down from, but hey… it’s a weird book! And you’re a weird person! And it’s a weird world.
This poem is written from the perspective of a young woman going out with her friends for a night out. One of my favorite things about writing and about life itself is looking at the world through the lens of somebody else. We all have unique perspectives about the world, and trying to tap into one which isn’t my own is always a fun challenge when it comes to writing. It’s also an incredibly useful exercise and goes a long way towards understanding humanity and becoming a more empathetic person. I think we could all try and ask ourselves “what would it be like to be this person?” more often. I think if we do that, we’ll find that we have more in common than we think.
A Night Out
Her boisterous blasphemy beckons from
the balcony, inviting me upstairs
to join in social alcoholism
before the group goes out to drink despair
delayed another day recharging for
the morning. Sunday’s redemption can wait
because tonight we’re destined to ignore
our conscience focusing on alternate
advancements, like that creep in the corner
concentrating intently on my tits
his leering eyes slowly growing bigger
as sweat begins to gather on his pits.
He looks across and blows over a kiss
but he will never get a piece of this.