October 06, 2022
take that bow then slag off
by Heidi Seaborn
How is it I always find myself here face to face—
serum eye cream mascara brow liner blush & lipstick o lord
when did I become such a drag
queen of you
a cuticle away from a real tiara
& now I’ve forgotten my Dior dress
I left it hanging
c’mon let’s toast to auld lang syne my friend
& the final cut in the can
hurry up please its time
be a good girl gulp your gin & grapefruit
while I drink a gimlet there is so much grief
in glamour
have you an opinion about genius
it’s amazing what good cheek bones can do
now take that bow
then slag off
let the credits roll maybe there’s a sunset
& I stride solo toward it kitten heels in hand