I am drinking scotch and soda
worn, black suede peeled down
to steel spikes that punctuate
the Brazilian wood. A brief bio
follows after: breath-liquored blond
who sounds halfway between
clear and garbled. A slim
transistor with buttons for dials
any stranger may twist or untwist
tuning the girl to his needs, his touch.
A girl who keeps sidestepping
the mirror because she has no guts. A radio
that keeps playing the song
of a whiskey bird and that ruby
leather stool – meant for writing
or sometimes, just for crying.
The painting is by artist, Fabian Perez.