all us Golightly’s
with our nameless slobs of cats
we flit from this
party to the next
i see how the makeup
sinks lovingly now into the laugh lines
around my blue eyes
witnessing the apartment
filling with guests
masks and all
in the space behind the mirror
one arm sits
linked with the man of accent and money
watching close by
an unknown writer
when he leaves –
don’t abandon me when i begin to push you away
help me find
a name for the
cat.
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Very sweet, much enjoyed this!! 🙂 ~April
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