Tipsy Carousel

She ordered whiskey with a splash of regret. Her lipstick's loud, but her voice

a silhouette. Spinning the nails and that's a roulette. She's here for

a spark, but finds a blank cassette. The rooms are black.

The thoughts collide. She laughs too hard and wants to hide. Round and round,

she's on a tipsy carousel. Riding high, then falling where she cannot tell.

Every day's a story she won't recall. Dreams go up and she forgets

it all. All, all, all- She says she's

fine, but the words don't align. Her purse on the table and