For the Unemployed and Underpaid.
Wash your face.
Be all the beautiful
you can. Wear lipstick
and fill the cracks left
by your former love.
Cover your eyes
in shadow, taint
your brows with color.
For market. For all of us.
We’re all so incandescent
with secrets.
We’re all agleam
with starting over.
Let’s vogue.
We are the surprised.
The divorced.
It was never supposed
to be like this.
Lord God.
We’re all brokenhearted.
We’re all ashamed
and hopeful
that no one notices.
Let’s dance
under the lights.
Let’s eat and drink,
be merry and flirtatious.
Let’s be friends.
Cheers. ¡Salud!
Maybe tomorrow,
we’ll die. Maybe alone.
Maybe I’ve said
these things before.
Maybe it was never
supposed to be like this.
Maybe it was never
our call.
