these things could be absolute truths
or bald faced lies
perspective tends to give me
an air of superiority
and a burning need to tell the truth
in a way that touches on the
important or not
essential or not
je suis desolée take it as it is
the american girl in paris
an expat even in her own country
it’s two am i must be lonely
the amount of alcohol should have
warmed me to the abandonment
that comes at this hour but it hasn’t
before we euphemistically made love
he opened a bottle of bordeaux
and poured it down my tits
now i drink alone
to my friends and foes
to my exes and expats
