Camomile Vodka

The masks we don all day
for the men around us
taunt us from the wall,
in the solace of the night.
Every moment spent
under one of those veils
chips a sliver off you.

But there might be one person;
Someone
who tears off those masks
and smiles at the mess they find underneath.

If you don’t have that person
you stand a chance
to lose yourself.
You’ll end up
forever
being everyone’s cup of tea
and
never
someone’s shot of vodka.

And I sure do hope
that one person is on their way.
Because I’m on the brink of
being that cup of tea forever.
And
tea tends to get cold
and left on the breakfast table
until
someone remembers
to pour it down the sink….