in my purple suede shoes
but I wanted to stay behind
the bar, with you.
Drink gin dry
with lemon slice moustaches.
Since that night
I have never felt it rain harder.
The purples soaked,
my skirt, soaked.
I kissed the egg guy, drenching
top of the subway stairs
dramatically popped up one toe towards the sky
feeling the heroine in a detective novel
In the train carriage alone
trailing a puddle onto the lino
music plugged both ear canals.
God
beautiful.
I think my grin was river endless.
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