The other me

swipes warm beers from bar tops/collecting a thousand guilty eyes/A body in a black dress/teeth deadly in the UV/waiting for absolutely nothing

I make cotton fists/ out of clean socks/and watch Mad Men/She walks long nails/across a leather stool/onto rosebud lips that say

more

I stretch into downward dog/And rearrange a delivery/She eats a burger/on Battersea bridge at 3am/juice snaking through her fingers/stars pointing/through the street lights

I water house plants/I juice a cucumber/She slips into a basement/on the edge of a city/as slippery as a lung/in the hands of strangers

dazed and thrilled/in the dank appalling heat.