rolling his cigarettes, i drift,
sifting snowflake thoughts into powdered words I can
snort and breathe out into glittery promises.
she would not stop weeping.
her cellophane eyes kept leaking
there was me, holding her hand,
not watching someone stealing a letter from my name.
are you a cop? she said.
no, i’m a poet and a liar.
i let him drop a feel or three
but i stopped him from popping.
instead, we plaited fingertips in the naked darkness
while i spun doubts like records i found in hope’s basement.
we counted the scars on my thigh.
and when he licked the curve of my hipbone,
i kissed a star and it exploded.
come here, kitty, kitty…
but he’s dangling a different coloured collar.
come here, kitty, kitty.
and i do.