Shiny Happy Monster

On lights

A friend of mine once said (slam poetry-ed) that people flock to cafés with yellow light because it makes them feel beautiful. I don’t deny it in the least. Maybe I’m guilty of basking in coffee-scented yellow light. It’s like a spotlight. I can play a role. I don’t really have to be the girl who can’t sleep with the lights on. I can be the girl who knows her way around Monet and Chopin and South American beans, the hungover slut with a diet of coffee and cigarettes, the Tumblr swag peg with whipped cream to go with her hips. That would be more interesting. Yellow lights make things more interesting.