i take one walk in a sundress and all of a sudden i feel like itās time to write a book and ride whoever buys me a gin and tonic next. when the farmerās market comes back iām going to be even more insufferable (dismiss my wheat allergy and eat enough shortbread cookies to reignite a hormone imbalance). i also had three new lace skirts come in the mail this week, which was enough to distract from the fact that i have nowhere to wear them. i need to get laid soon so i stop online shopping so much. what is asos if not a cry for help anyway? it literally has āsosā in its name.
in other breaking news iāve been eating a lot of pretzels and have a date coming up. weāve been talking for two weeks which usually the kiss of deathābut heās hot (old) so iāve been doing my best to keep the substance to a minimum in an effort to remain ethereal. heāll ask me what sort of books i like to read, iāll say āa bunch :)ā, and then heāll write a 5 paragraph essay about whiskey. itās crazy how men canāt tell the difference between romantic interest and hearing themselves talk.
here are some poems i wrote in between cemetery walks and asking a very tired bartender if tequila is gluten free.
poem i wrote after talking too much in an uber
what i would give to call you
after three glasses of hard cider
ankles sore from ridiculous shoes
terminally overdressed as always
i havenāt been loved enough
to wear a sweatshirt in public
we donāt talk anymore
but i hear your voice in crowded bars
echoing in arguments and old fashioned orders
iām a stranger among my oldest friends
but we laughed like iād known you a lifetime
these days i hold on to every man
who picks up when i call them past midnight
talking about new york like iām still 25
i wish wearing a nightgown didnāt make me want a cigarette
i wish i could stop pretending to be a girl in a painting
you told me i was beautiful
in a banana republic wrap dress
so i had no choice but to believe you
stupid drunk on brand new words
look at the beast you turned me into
a girl who feels hot in nautical print.
poem i wrote after screaming a strangerās name
when i tell a man not to let me cum
i feel the most in touch with myself
lately iāve been reading books
instead of online shopping
eating raisin bran from a mason jar
tits out in the kitchen
daylight kisses my milk fed skin
but i do not rush to close the curtains
maybe therapy would work for once
if my shrink stuck her fingers in my mouth.
poem i wrote after it stopped raining
there are half a million movies made
and iām afraid i will die
before i find someone to watch them with
to fall in love is to listen
even when youād rather just fuck
if you let me talk about batman uninterrupted
iāll let you own my body like you got on it on ebay
tomorrow iām getting a cat scan
then going on a first date
at least one lets me lie
about whatās on the inside
i wish i was worse at being someone else
but itās fun to pretend holidays were normal
men never doubt a womanās simplicity
remember when i wanted to be a teacher
and now i just want to have two drinks
without texting bad people
i wonder if iāll ever be able to love someone
whoās not forty two years old
sex with guys my own age
makes me think about linkedin.
thanks for reading <3
-rachel elizabeth
The level of struggle that I arrive at when I try to leave a review comment on your work is unreal. All of the good words that I think to use sound cliche and donāt do justice to what I experience when I read you. Itās taking me some time but eventually Iāll formulate it.
The gin and tonic line was so specific i had to subscribe!!