Hard Truths, Stiff Drinks and One Faithless Woman

by Cathryn Cofell

Endorphin-loving hellions of the world:

your ride is here.

Hop on board the It Girl.

It Provocateur. It Chameleon. It Hyphenate.

Crypto-literatus.

I am your backstage pass,

your ticket to the show.

Form a line to the left; you must be at least

this tall to buckle into this cyber-chippy.

Have you got it?

The saucy fit?

The Krispy Kreme?

The nine essential vitamins?

Blue collar, white collar, how about no collar?

How about the hip-hop,

the red dwarf,

the shimmy-lickin love shack?

How about a digitally-altered Keanu Reeves

bobbing like a plastic dog in my rear

window? That’s the button,

the trigger, the real matrix.

No room for sopranos or tarzans, skanks overboard:

you’ve been living in the dark ages

and I’m your only flashlight.

~ previously appeared in Tiny Little Crushes (LockOut Press)