Lipstick is one of the very finest elixirs

It has a soft consistency

And can write on glass

Red rum is sweet

And candied

With cherries from the

Bottom of the bottle

We sip it so gracefully

I am in love again

His name is something

But who can remember

Memory is a lake

And all of that

I can’t remember

Where I left my last exercise

I was only ever sitting here

Watching the neon burn out

I have taken my red lipstick

And written Help across my chest

He looks at it so kindly

I know I am real again

I can feel the sweet bitters

Of the drink make me into a woman

I am not crying

I am writing sonnets in my mind

About all of the vacations

We will take after this one

I throw the glass against the wall

The only thing that matters in love is passion