Amy Hinrichs

Midway to Vegas.

We are flutter stoned and champagne hungry.

Dressed in charcoal suits,

and kissing all of the women in pink shoes.

I met your boyfriend in the lounge.

His collar had me thrown,

and his voice buckled when I pursed my lips.

Ladies, like bottles of booze,

and evenings spent in flimsy galleries,

wanting cotton candy, and talking in high decibels.

We've got staples attached to our hips,

Violins to drums,

and we've got skirts like we've got sex.

Amy Hinrichs recently graduated from North Park University with a B.A. in

English and eats grapes by the pound. She also enjoys perusing Craigslist,

spending countless hours in Target, and loves a good Gchat. She also loves

how this sounds like a personal ad.