I was promiscuous
With my feelings most of all.
Under stars,
I sprayed saline solution into two wineglasses
And took out my contacts.
I didn’t want summer to end, but it did.
Many lives
Happened inside those walls,
And, for a season,
I wore a designer hoodie
And got iced americanos every morning.
I slept in men’s beds:
They took turns breaking
Me. It felt good, but one’s absence
Weighed on me like a death.
Late summer blurred
Feelings together
With rain.
At least I wasn’t going to be lonely.
I moved around the city,
Buying paperbacks,
Putting sunscreen on my neck.
Who hasn’t yearned for a stranger?
The trains were free.
I mean: No one checked your ticket.
This is drawn from “The Bronze Arms.”
