''I Will Survive'' in a Karaoke Bar
Tired, worn-out phrases Are all that tumble from your Trembling lips anymore. ''Do you come here often?'' ''Do you have a smoke?'' Are these just waves of your adolescence Coming back to you with their tendonial pain, The pain in your smile for not using it for so long, For drinking it all away? That night at the karaoke bar, How could any of us forget How you trembled when you sang ''I will Survive'' as everyone laughed at your Crackling voice. Who doesn't do 'I Will Survive' in a karaoke bar? I'm sure the weightless anorexic in the corner Did it last night, The rapist who watches her intently, The night before. Did he notice you after Those four margaritas? Did he drink it all away? Or did he just see that girl in the corner After she did the same thing, Hacking up blood and bile and life. I'm sure he thought of coming To her rescue. I always think of your face As you thought the same thing, How your eyes flickered with hate When you processed the image. Then you turned and drank it away again, The warmth still dripping from your seat.2000 Written November 4th, 2001 © on Nov 04 2001 08:40 AM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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"Tired, worn-out phrases..."