she is hard-bright

(glazed tears,

fingers shaking as she lights

a cigarette,

yesterdays mascara in the corner of

one eye)


she is shoulders hunched

against the wind (stinging)

and bare legs,

almost brown

(english summer)


i don't know why he likes me.


because he saw me, one night,


against a tree (sambuca sour)

the rough bark forming

(through two pairs of tights)

the imprint of sin

upon one knee