I need to leave here. I need to travel.
I need to find someone who cares
whether my heart breaks or not.
I am craving cities full of anonymity
where I can dance my way in sequined
dresses into the seediest bars where the lost
gather with the single connection of lust for
I want to sit on the high stools, delicately
sipping expensive drinks like it’s something i do
for a living. In a way I suppose it is.
Dreaming of fishnet stockings,
seducing poets, a few words in my ear
to drag me back- from an artist-
desperate to paint me into his world
of melancholic oil portraits. Then
gather up his brushes and join me,
vaulting, as we lean on to the wings
of the next insignificant adventure.
Also, I feel the most profound need to share this, it's my new absolute favourite poem: