Woman Starved

I might be bad company tonight—

In a good way.

I might not know that you’re not here.

I might not hold back at all.

I might unleash the things I should have said—

The things I really meant,

The things that got misunderstood

And I just let it go.

I might go crazy on you tonight—

Raw power of tigress uncaged,

A no holds barred approach to life,

A frenzied feast of woman starved

And loosed at the town café.

I might rip my blouse tonight

And burn the rafters down.

I might break dishes

Like a fat Greek wedding

And open Pandora’s box again.

-jenn long