Friday, February 19, 2010

on mascara and stars

my heart dips. slinks back into it's room. closes the door behind it. emerges with streaked mascara and smudged lipstick. pours whiskey after whiskey. no ice.

a star is an elusive thing to chase. it's glistening gives no sense of life. scattered amongst the millions it's hard to pinpoint the imprint of your name.