she gave you up, dropped the dime; all for a big tip and promises of hollywood fame. he let her know about the smell of things, about the late nights. she let him know about the boyfriend down the road, waiting for a time that would never come. she’s drenched in powder. a slave to the whole business of slavery. me i can’t seem to touch the ceiling, i can’t even make it to the floor. i will lie down, now, then. i will taste the sweetness that was saved, from before it was sipped.