Distress

(old poem that never got published)

i am a damsel in distress

rescue me

come on

prince charming

i’m waiting

at the bodega around the corner

but where are you?

smoking a cigarette in the park

sweating in the night with your arm around another

girl

your tongue down her throat

fingers in her hair,

walking alongside me

but not seeing

even though you’re looking me in the eye

not seeing 

my pain-

as clearly as you should

not hearing

my plea 

as loudly as you could

(put down your lighter
and listen up) 
cause I am the damsel in distress
the girl that's

crying help me

help me, i’m a mess