Written by: julie heckman

Taken to the party, your clothes all
made of fish skin, dark abalone
you are ostentatious with a trigger
for a spine as you sit hard up right.

Taken, you speak and the women give
you the brush, the men see competition
they know you and are likely to
bid them leave.

Taken, you are everyone who has ever
been rejected from the popular list
how quickly they change their appetites
they see no chance with you 

You take a smart cocktail
as if those scales don't hurt to the touch
an any mans drink
just to stay calm