we fight today
between the bubbling spits of rain
on a staticy connection
two phones
far away
my whole body changes
feels transformed at the loss
the social range
the mediocricy
called
in to sustain
and i walk to the store
in between storms
lil wanna be thugs
attacking my personal style of dress
"she must be tough" one says
"look at those tattoos"
fuck that shit" anothe says
"let her walk in my shoes"

and the sweat beads with anger on the upper lip
of me
this solomn stranger
i walk out and come home with four perfectly shaped bottles
of tequila
a mini party for me and my sorrow