Been at this club in Berlin for hours
at this point it’s Sunday
the sun is out but the place is still
swinging I’m in the middle
of a conversation in the outdoor
garden with a new friend from Italy
he & his bf moved here
on a whim they met just two
months ago when I realize
my lipstick has probably faded
so I look
for a mirror there is no mirror
here I pull out
my phone find a sticker blocking
the camera I remember the bouncer
put that on
when I entered I have no access
to my image but I really want to reapply
my lipstick my friend encourages
me offers to guide me cheers me
on yeah more more yes smear
it thicker gurl work I have no idea
what I look like & I don’t care
if I look like an absolute
mess out here I am totally free
Noah Fields is a poet from SoCal living in Chicago. You can find their work in Electronic Beats, Anomaly, VIDA, and elsewhere. Their chapbook WITH was published by Ghost City Press. They are fond of techno and avocados.
