day fifteen

she stares at her face
in the mirror
seeing a weariness
invisible
to others
because
people wear make-up
here
they do
she feels
naked without it
sometimes
she feels
inauthentic with it
she thinks
they’d sell fewer drinks
if they called it
“moderately okay hour”
she decides
she’s funny
she wants to share
with someone
but who
in this
same crowd
having the same conversation
as every other week
people
complaining about problems
that just aren’t
really
familiarity does indeed
breed contempt
you feel guilty
about
these moments
becoming like vignettes
in the part
of the movie
where the heroine’s
just
reaching
the outskirts of an epiphany
she wants to say
to this girl
two drinks ahead
she wants to say
you know how
it takes
a really special person
to make blunt
seem charming?
yeeeaaah
you’re not one of those people
she doesn’t
want
to be the first
to leave
but for the only time
ever
she’s okay
with second place
standing
“we should”s
dance
with “yeah soon”s
in honest
but
unenthused echos
across the table
out the door
in the car
windows down
speakers up
shaking it off
too many
red lights
she just wants
to be
at
home
she stares at her face
in the mirror
the weariness
is back
but
it’s
okay
she sees
a warm washcloth
appear
as
she closes her eyes
he gently
removes
the make-up
and the day
from her face

 

 

 

 

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photo credit: ashley rose, via photopin cc

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