No Streetlights Poem by Tessa Hanson

Underneath a blanket of stars, somewhere between the earth and Mars,
There are no streetlights and no cars, closets without doors and prisons without bars.
Its there where I wrap myself around someone else, someone more like my type of role model
Its there where I seem to fall beyond help its there where I seem to go full throttle.
With a smoke in one hand and in the other a bottle, at the end of the night my strut becomes a waddle, little by little I disco bobble.
But never fear for I am still here no one else wants one who can not adhere, to the simplest of agendas I fall into arrears, to the smallest reason I break into tears and to the biggest mountains I hold no fears and I embrace the end because I feel that its here.
Here where I play where I run away from all that you think I do and all that you claim I say
Put it away for a rainy day, I don’t wan the leftovers from your prison tray I can only hope and only pray for my tomorrow and your today because they seem to be running the same way If I ever wanted you to stay I would have asked you yesterday Instead you chose to go your own way,
So let it be and don’t look back because I’m long gone like my ex-boyfriends back. Like your mothers crack I’m here like all that you lack I’m tucked in just like your nut sack, so don’t fall off-track cause Ill put you back, with a little cork and a thumb tack you’ll be my billboard under attack, don’t worry my bags are already packed I’m staying right here and never coming back