Sunday, August 03, 2008

"I'm just a girl in trouble.. I don't think I'm in danger"

Lamely drunk women
in the middle of a Sunday afternoon
giggling into a cellphone
but unable to call a cab

Negative slurring
inferring impatience,
anal-retentive obsessions with
time and timeliness

and a general disregard
for the tender aspects
present on this August day:

The gentle lapping of the cool wind
against your inebriated skin,
or the undulating motions of the grass
on the hills of Dolores Park