Hangover

1-22-08

She drinks until
she doesn't feel a thing
so that for a moment
she doesn't have to pretend.
In the smoky dim
lighting, she's
just another girl.
All those things have
come and gone that she swore
she could never live through,
back when never and always
meant something.
But right now, words
mean little in the hazy
ambiguity of the dance floor,
spot lights and vodka
She drinks until she can't
remember why she's drinking
Then stumbles out into
the cold reality
of the morning after.