That’s a nice lip color.

The pinch of flesh at the bottom of my ass
hangs out of my black miniskirt
and I knew this would happen
but Brooklyn blues bars demand sexy.

Beautiful.

The trifecta of graphic design sophomores 
bounced from Bossa Nova to bakery
and the Greenwich liberals got off at 6th,
let’s do one more stop on the L.

Mami!

Rested face like a bitch but they still give me the one-two,
glance from the boys to my thighs and back again,
these boots are made for running and that’s just what they’ll do.

You dropped something!

Do you remember your first?
Never forget your first,
sophomore-year-first-day-of-school-walk-to-grandma’s
and 14 years never looked so good GAHDAMN.

Lookin’ good!

Madison Square Garden flickers at the edge of my fingertips,
run home, cara mia,
to the 20 x 10 devoid of conversation
and piena di hypocrisy.

Fuck it!

At the edge of the recess field,
my high-top Vans ticked the edge of the picnic blanket
so you pull the thin material 
of my H&M sweater into your Champion hoodie 
and say

fuck it!