I Like The Attention

I love the smell of ashtrays
and wine
stained on my shirt.

Another late night
in another boozed soaked bar
your elbows sticky
from leaning towards
another guy with crooked teeth
who calls himself Lancelot
and who slides another free beer towards you.

The smell of another perfume
You didn't put on
the musky odor
rich and stale
I breath it in and remember
making out
to the sound of people cheering
leering
and pulling up my skirt.

Happy times
I quickly forget.