Not west but south – Indian
Yep, that’s her real haaer
Always tipsy
Act like she don’t care

From a place that’s familiar
Running backwards
Sometimes I can, sometimes I can’t
Get at her

Neon in the bed
Heartbreak in my head

Dreams of Croatia
But in the East village, wasted
Not enough memorable Zipcar reservations

No make up
Just as bad when I wake up
By Marcell L. Hilliard