Walk up.
They turn my way, see through me.
Inside. Outside.
I am naked.
Beautiful shoulders.
Love your hair.
Nice legs.
Grab it. Grope it.
Kiss me. No me. No me.
My body trembles.
That was my last drink.
And on and on and on he kept on.
Time to go.
Who am I?
Who do they see? Do they?
Five conversations began with … I was so drunk ….
I’m not.
I’m empty.
This one for you.
And this one for you.
Oh, and what about you?
What about me?
This party’s over … for me.
Crawl back into bed,
Inside my head.
Comfort reaching in, reaching out.
Pulling over.
Good night.
Anne-Julia Price 