getting smashed

on making music with what is broken

i remember that the night was winter dark. i was wearing a long black velvet skirt and my favorite cardigan, blossom pink with matching pearls sewn up and across the collarbone. i had my long hair pulled into what i called a pollyana but the cool girls called a half pony. this made me feel pretty, even if i didn’t think i was, wouldn’t for a very long t…