2:00

How many lips

Of undesirable men has

The glass of my mouth met tonight?

Well-to-do men,

Men not yet men,

And men drowning in manhood,

Riddled into nothing.

Nothing.

I am filled with nothing

But dizzying goods;

But Mr. Kessler

And Mr. Hendricks

Incite me and cheer me on.

It’s loud in here.

The voices of too many men

Echo off my shattering exterior.

Bottoms up,

Another round

Around and Around I go

In this endless globe

Of lips forcing me into them.

Dizzy. I’m so dizzy.

Addled. Staggered. Reeling.

But Mr. Beam says it’s okay —

Just one more set of lips.

Until tomorrow.