And Who Was I
And Who Was I
And music was in my bones
smoke in my hair
burning liquid at the back of my throat
when she turned to me and said
"Isn't this fun?"
I smiled
and nodded
because I had never been to a party before.
And when his hands were on me
my hands on him
when the nameless boy whispered
"Isn't this fun?"
I told him yes
because he said I was beautiful.
And friends I didn't remember meeting
were burning sour herbs
and bringing them to their lips
when they showed me how and laughed and said
"Isn't this fun?"
I laughed, too
because sour herbs and silvery air made me feel warm
And when day and night
blurred together
when strangers showed me new ways to forget
and when they looked at me
bleary eyed and foggy minded
and said
"Isn't this fun?"
I answered yes
because I couldn't remember why I would say no
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