It's times like these I forget who I am,hyde myself under a blanket and pretend I'm Zelda Fitzgerald.I want to drink the light dripping from the Christmas bulbs the neighbours forgot to turn off.Fluid and soft, it pierces the night.Let us drink for madness,a sip of bathtub gin tonight,as we swirl around in our rags pretending we're queens.Let us lay down and think of sleep, not daring to close our eyes. You and me,baby -the same face drowning in a mirror broken in half...