Darkness Poem by anais vionet

Darkness



It's midnight on June 24th. We're returning from a 'Hot Wax' concert - they were wretched. We're heading back to Paris tomorrow, so we decided to just stop at the (Kube Hotel) lounge for nightcaps.

Everyone was stirred-up and tight as a violin string when we heard that the 'Extreme Court' threw out 'Roe vs Wade's' constitutional guarantees - the latest signal of Americas ascendant entropy.

Following that, was a ruling that threw out New York's gun restrictions. 'Republicans wear compassion like a costume.' Anna pronounces, 'what 'right to life' *IS* there, if every nutcase can walk around with a machine-gun. Haven't they been watching the news? '

Leong, who's always willing to discuss the superiority of the communist system, susurrates, to no one in particular, 'Abortions are legal in China and unless you have a hunting license - guns are illegal.'

'Maybe we should move there, ' Lisa says, ingenuously, holding up her drink toastingly, her face tinted a gleaming, bourbon gold in reflected light.

Returning to our suite,3 hours later, Sophy's adopted a mode of travel involving swerves and leaning heavily on things. Which Leong, who was not doing much better, finds hilarious. 'Use your signals! ' Leong says after barely dodging one of Sophy's flailing arms.

'Two loves I have - of comfort and despair.' Sunny quotes, in her richest, Shakespearian voice.

'There'll be no uncomfortable beds tonight, ' I say, searching my bag for my phone, which has the suite key in an attached card-holder. Charles' room is directly across from ours and I see him shaking his head as both of our doors close.

We've adopted a motto, 'live to exhaustion, ' and I think, to myself, that we're living up to it, as I flop onto my bed and the world goes dark.
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slang
wretched = very good

Wednesday, June 29, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: university,summer,vacation,control,teen
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