Dude in Denim
Prose Poem by Alexis Ashe
Alexis Ashe’s prose poem pulses with raw energy and fleeting connections. In a world of bold choices and untamed encounters, a dancer and a shirtless drummer cross paths—two lives brushing against the edge of something electric. If you enjoy this feature and would like to see more, let me know with a comment, 💌 share, ♥️ like, or better yet, a 🔄 restack!
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I draw on my brows kinda crazy; they're long and skinny, just like the dude in denim – he lived in a leopard print room near Hell's Kitchen, he thought we'd be a good pair — a drummer and a dancer. He showed up without a shirt, but that's alright; he's a model, just like his hippie friend with the long hair, who used to work at the Tiffany’s on 5th and was very, very interested. My ex wanted to go there one day to pick a fight with him. I used to wear short shorts and dark blue eyeshadow back in the day, shimmery, smoky, dry - glitter flakes fell into my eyes as I assured him the hippie and I were only friends - we were. So, did the dude in denim realize how lucky he was? Me, in the leopard print - latex lingerie, fake brows, red nails, dancing around the intrigue - it was all about the intrigue - the intrigue was the best part about him.
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Alexis Ashe is an artist and writer based in New York. Her current obsessions include W.A.S.P., Stagecoach, and Bettie Page. She attends New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts, where her work has been featured in various poetry readings and showcases.