It Was Life

It Was Life

By Melinda Williams

I am either

taken to a cafe in Europe

looking great- all women there do

smoking, taking a sip, smoking

my lipstick stain on both

the cigarette and the cup

The conversation is enlightened

yet

I have a subtle

I don’t give a f—

attitude.

Men pass by

One wants to buy me my next

This is the true potential

This is where

one can go

OR

I am stepping inside a gas station

I can smell the bathroom

which is right next to

where I fill up my mug

unfortunately

The smell is cheap

Cheap- unlike the

massive amounts of oil outside

The two, dark liquids

our country runs on

 

Back in Europe

it wasn’t fuel

It was life