The first shot of cinnamon whiskey stung
but Leila chased it with another one.
Gotta get there faster,
make this awkwardness go away.
It wasn’t about feeling comfortable,
She wanted to lose her fears,
to say what she couldn’t and do
what she wouldn’t.
If the world was slow to change,
she would have to change faster.
The cinnamon whiskey burned
but the next shot, the fourth or fifth,
She felt better.
Everything was better.
She winked at that someone across the room.
That girl didn’t notice.
But not noticing is better,
hiding is better,