Friday, April 9, 2010

Sonnet 46: The Mix of Pot and Alcohol Makes Her Mind Go White

By Tatiana Suarez-Pico

The mix of pot and alcohol makes her mind go white
Her pupils are two orbits floating in the sockets
She dances thick-waisted, ass shaking- all contrite
A drink in her hand, she’s not there, her genius quiets.

She wants amor- something to let her know she’s alright
Man or woman, she promises to give unconditionally
But approval is needed quickly, she’s starting to look like nephrite
She’s having a good time, she smiles to her friends wryly

I see her glide to the bar, her hair straight and black
Her smile fading grimly
I want her to be healthy and to give her all that has been cutback
She glides back with another drink in hand- deadly

A woman falling apart but keeping it all together feebly
I want to help her so much but don’t know to do it deftly.

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