lookinglass

to the faegirl in the bar

you were drunk but

that’s okay you were 

outspoken and that was fine

but mainly you were retching 

truth out from your pretty

mouth while he looked sideways 

I could feel the burning rage 

his whole body twisting away 

in stifled frustration that

I was “making friends”

and your name became intuition 

your slurred advice 

golden guidance

I just wanted to say thank you 

little lady libertine 

in the hottest instant 

you showed me the difference 

between staying put and self esteem 

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