golden wave part I

a bottle of vodka and a boy’s wildly beating heart

i danced all night in a crop top that showed the scar

of years of abuse and malnutrition

at the hands of nobody but myself

a song was playing that reminded me

of the fishtown days when the boy with a red mohawk

lied and said the girl was pregnant so get out

floors sticky with sweat, semen, and spirits

the angels overlooked the dance floor

beaming with the pride of a new mother

the bouncer put up the heavy metal sign

and mocked me with a pogo

and a biker bartender with

the shoulders of a linebacker

winked and squeezed my hips

as he brushed past in the dark

and i thought to myself for the first time in years

i’m home

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