and the atmosphere is charged.

another sleepless weekend on the dancefloor passed.
drink & drown.
ive still got the black x's & armband to prove it.
one vintage mens buttondown found, one staring session over cupcakes
at a girl who looked just like dree hemingway.
innocently crushing over faye dunaway in the seventies,
staying up til dawn laughing til we cried.
wearing the dress i never thought i'd live the dream in. falling asleep atop white sheets & all.
waking up too late with sootier eyes, cigarette scented hair back in a bun,
stumbling to the sounds of yelle & robyn.
before throwing it all back in a beyond retro tote & heading home again.
coffee aids a headache.
another sleepless weekend on the dancefloor done.

x