Hey Girl by Sydnie Kupferberg

Hey Girl by Sydnie Kupferberg

 

Beer breath lingers between my lips

Fingers fall down my waist

“Girl”, satisfaction smirks

Don’t you know my name?

Am I just my body?

Liquid locks in my eyelashes

I’m more than a hit and run

So why am I always found run over?

“I want you” marijuana mumbles

You mean my parts?

You want vulnerable

Broken down

Never completed

You need “girl”

            Why am I so right for the part?

No labels associated

No long drives

Simple crash and burn

You’ll let me put out the fire

…I’d rather melt in it

 

“Whose crib is this?” sounds slur

 

Blunts exhale

Coors Light crinkles

On my tiles, on my sheets

 

Too much darkness

Too much sweat

Too many bodies

 

“Relax, it’s your free”

Yet I feel so constrained

 

Drunkenness surrounds, hands grab at me

Laughter lines the windows, leaving me in my own pool

Drowning

Into sheets, underneath pillows, within himself

Himselves...

 

I am theirs’, no longer mine

Reduced, reused, and recycled

Picked out of the rusting bin for

another motion, another man

 

Is that what being a man means?

 

All my words gone

Pride scattered on the floor

Seeping into the alcohol stream

 

The stench of lust and joints wakes me

My home full of clinging

ping pong balls

Red plastic

Svedka

My room full of embarrassment

My body

full of fingerprints

 

“Hey girl”, sneaks through a set of herpes

His palms pull at my chin

And I’m turned to face my worst self

 

Here you have me run over, here you have me hit

Here you have who I never wanted to be

 

Hey Boy by Sydnie Kupferberg

 

“I would hit that” my shoulder is nudged by a bottle

Chapped lips smirk, blunts borrow into creases

“She’s decent” Hennessy hits my back

 

Decent? She slowed my movement, fastened my eyes

Her lips were the light in the shadows

“Damn, she’s fine” Coors Light spills onto my jeans

“I would bag” weed flies into the cramp air

 

They were all looking at her “tits”, her “ass”

And I saw her lips

I needed them to upturn

Fine? The only ugliness in my view is your degradation

 

“You wanna bag?” his red plastic slid down her hips

And farther down...

Her flushed skin, four-dimensional eyes, became his

 

Her cleavage and thong exposed as she is led back

An earring missing

Blondish hair folded

Another palm lingered on her body

 

Until her light was gone, leaving me in darkness again

 

“I would hit that”

Laughter flows out with drags  

“I’d let her in”

 

“I’d ride her”

Who says she needs a driver?

 

Shine reappears for mere moments

Quickly shut off by another scuffle of filthy jeans

Dirty minds

 

I wanted all of her

To be mine

For the night, for the morning, for the month, for my life

 

Yet glass bottles and blunts were what she wanted

She craved intoxication, my sobriety an unwanted angel

 

She coveted what she wasn’t

 

Who says girls are always the ones to be hurt?

 

The only potion I want inside me are her words, her touch

Her breath in my ear, her luscious smile in my sight

 

She’s more than her body

More than I will ever be

 

Hey Mom

 

I showed all my cards

He won my hand

 

Scratched my surface

Scraped my pulse

I’ve been marked

 

Did everything you said not to

Now water’s overflowing

Alcohol’s falling from my fingers

 

There was one wonder, willowed in the corner

Lengthy lashes blinking behind bodies

Sea mist behind sand

 

I gave him up for attention

For fake love and tire marks

Would’ve treated me well

 

But how do I treat myself well?

 

Now I’m slipping,

Ledge icing over

Fingertips too numb to hold

 

Hit a skating rink

Where’s your hand?

Hurry, my blistering water is mixing with frost

 

Skates slice at my skin

Please pull me back

 

I’m done playing cards

I loose too easy