I promised pucette.
I.
a fifth avenue--rendezvous
a fling with the city
all lace light; silken sound
may the angels save me as I'm
clinging to a metro rail
half-drunk, burning bright
I'm the girl you love
intoxicated laughing on a city subway
surrounded by adoring strangers
a morning glory in the middle of the night
it's color and it's music, the feel of fishnet tights
but you're a thousand miles away.